Dark Academia Names Novels & Stories

She shot me daggers and I gave her a bored look, even yawned for dramatic effects. The man must have noticed what was happening so he quickly talked. 'Just came to say hi, cause I saw you standing alone and thought you might need some company'. 'Uhm'. Was all I said. 'So....I'm Lucas. Lucas decries'. 'Uhm'. 'Your name?'. 'Err--yeah--maya'. 'Such a lovely name'. 'So I've heard'. 'Yeah...and this is Adrianna'. 'Uhm--ok'. 'It's nice to meet you'. Adrianna said through her teeth.

Pulling my wolf back feels good; this entire place feels like a concrete grave, and my wolf has no business being out in this place. The blood soaking the walls and floor only adds to the strange scent of death that seems to cling to everything. Elle is looking at me with an annoyed expression on her face, but I ignore her as I make my way to the first filing cabinet. When the dead male mentioned the Master going by the name Shane, something clicked in the back of my mind, and now I need to know if I’m right. The Dark Moon Pack might have been in bed with the Academy a hell of a lot longer than I thought.

I knew it! I rolled my eyes. "I never said that." "You implied it! Wait—what's his name?" I hesitated, the name on my lips like a whispered secret. "Abbadon." The line went silent as a tomb. ".Skyla?" "Elara." Her voice was serious. "Do you know what that name means?" I scowled. "What?" "Doom. Destruction. He is literally named after hell itself." I shivered, remembering the way his voice had wrapped around me like a dark promise.

He radiated warmth unlike some people. A slow song plays in the background, the stranger places one of his hands on her waist and the other one takes her hand in his as the both sway side to side. "Who are you?" Jade asks him out of curiosity, here she was dancing with a stranger whose name she didn't even know in the first place. "Ahhh, where are my manners. I'm Jacob Black, Alpha to The Deep Shallow Pack." Jade's mouth drops open, now that she was aware about it she could feel the power he emitted, but it wasn't too intimidating unlike Adryan's.

"I'm green. Don't stop. Please don't stop." Damien's laugh was dark and approving. "That's my girl. Xavier, she's ready for you." SIX MONTHS AGO: THE APPLICATION Serah had discovered the service by accident....a whispered conversation overheard at an upscale bar, a business card slipped across a table, a website that required three separate security clearances to access. Elite Experiences it was called. Discreet, expensive, exclusive. They specialized in fulfilling fantasies that couldn't be satisfied through conventional means. And their most sought-after offering was "The Twenty-Four."

If she knew where to get this, then it was definitely really important, and I needed to know what it was used for. "Nightveil," Adam said. I had never heard of that name in my life. "What's Nightveil?" "It's an academy for gifted kids," Adam said. There was such an academy? Why wasn't it so known to all like Arcana Hills? But then he said, "gifted kids." They weren't geniuses like the kids at Arcana Hills. If they were gifted, then they weren't normal werewolves.

“I could feel your trigger the moment it went off and–” My chest heaved. “Stop talking like you know me.” “I do know you,” Derek murmured, his smile widening, wolf-ish. “I know what you're capable of, your triggers, the reason for them, the source of them.” "And how exactly do you know all of that?" "Because I run an academy with people just like you." "An academy?" "Not just any academy." His hands crossed behind his back, a proud grin on his face. "It goes by many names, but its most popular one is Ravenside. It is an academy of the four clans, for the four clans.”

I’d be willing to bet that they’re from the same pack. “As Eiriana said, my name is Magnus,” the male instructor says as the last of the other students clear away, “and I’m one of the other dark magic teachers here. During your time at the Academy, you’ll learn the arts of combat, espionage, strategy, and negotiation, but the foundation of your studies is dark magic.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.