Dark Academia Booktok Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Hale studied the gown silently for a long moment. Then his expression softened with something that looked almost sad. “You’re adjusting faster than I expected.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Adjusting?” I repeated. “I’m surviving. There’s a difference.” The room fell quiet again. I reached for my sketchbook and flipped through several pages before stopping abruptly. One design in particular made my stomach twist. Dark colors, sharp edges with dangerous elegance. Without meaning to, I had designed something inspired by Dante. Powerful, seductive and terrifying.

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

Right now I'm wearing a black set and I can tell by Austin's gaze that it is much appreciated. Austin bends back down to kiss my lips and leaves me breathless once more. He reaches from behind me to unclasp my bra and slowly lowers my panties. I've never been shy about my body but there is something about Austin Stone's gaze that has me a little self-conscious. I try and cover myself from his wondering eyes, but his hands reach out and stop me. "You're fucking beautiful babe. You take the cake. Don't doubt for one second that you're not who I want right now. You're fucking everything Candice." God, how does this man know how to read me so well?

"What's your game, Francis? Running a test on me? Want to see if I'll stay your ride-or-die without the meds, wagging my tail for you?" Francis' face turned stormy. "Don't talk like that." "How should I talk, then?" I flung the blankets aside and shakily stood up. My legs were jelly, but I held my ground. "Should I thank you then? For a decade under your drug-fueled thumb? And now you're curious what's left when you peel that away?" He rose, a full head taller, casting a long shadow. "I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy."

Stillness. And in front of me, rising like something ripped from a horror movie set, was a castle. A massive, looming, gothic nightmare of a castle, complete with spiked towers, creeping ivy, and black stone that shimmered faintly in the twilight like it was made from obsidian and hate. “Oh. We’re doing this,” I muttered under my breath, hugging the cloak tighter around me. It still smelled like burnt air and ozone. “Of course the magic prison school is a fucking vampire mansion.”

Aiden The fury was a beast, a predator devouring me from within. Elara's scream had been an arrow of fire, one that had lodged itself in my soul. The pain, the agony—everything had turned into a fire, a fire that consumed me from within. The smell of dark magic, the smell of blood, and the smell of her fear had all come together in a symphony of terror that made me want to destroy everything. My wolf, Akela, was a savage beast, a demon that wanted to kill, that wanted to destroy everything in its path.

Priestess Azara “What do we do now?” Rhaegos, the old vampire, grumbled, his voice heavy with impatience. I didn’t even turn to look at him. “What do you mean, what do we do? We wait, obviously,” I said, moving toward my bookshelf. My fingers skimmed the aged spines until I pulled free a thick, dust-covered tome. I placed the ancient book on the wooden table and blew off the layer of dust. The musty scent of old pages and ink wafted into the air, oddly comforting. As I flipped it open, my fingertips brushed along the fragile paper until I found the section I needed.

The simple black-skinned book was a scholar's chronicle of his search for lost knowledge at the time of the coming of the Dark Gods, and while it was an interesting read, it didn't really teach Viktor anything very useful. The book titled only Anatomy, on the other hand, fascinated him and he had to acknowledge that the concepts and detailed information it contained were easy for him to assimilate and integrate into his own knowledge. In fact, he seemed to have a strange affinity for the ideas presented in the book. He attributed this to the long relationship he had had with death by growing up as the son of a priest of the death god.

He tested her with some questions, closing the book ,and she answered correctly. “See?” He grinned. “ It’s easy when you get the hang of it.” “Yeah.” she smiled back at him. Jake caught her look and he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn’t know why but there was something about her that made him melt. Whether it was her teasing smile or her cute laughter or the way she pouted when she was frustrated. He couldn’t place his finger on it. Or was it her looks? Her dark skin, heart shaped face, pink lips and lively eyes. She was just too perfect.

Turning the light switch on, her eyes caught sight of an abnormality in the huge crack May made on the wall. It was as if there was smoke going through it. Suddenly Stacey felt an uneasy chilly feeling in her spine. Fortunately, she used a notebook she found on May's desk and poked it in the crack. She felt as if fear jumped out of her brain and shook her body down to her feet when the book faded from her hands. **" The sands are actually dark matter. It's a form of matter that holds all molecules of visible matter together but I don't know how it got so much that if it makes contact with visible matter, it will disintegrate it."**