Dark Academia Novels & Stories

The underground archives smelled of old parchment, dust, and faint ozone from Serena’s protective wards. Dim emergency bulbs cast a sickly yellow glow over rows of forbidden tomes, ancient relics, and sealed vaults that no regular student had ever seen. They had barely sealed the heavy iron door behind them when the pounding from above intensified. The infected quarterback and his horde were tearing the library apart floor by floor. Kael paced like a caged animal, still naked, his body a map of rapidly healing wounds. “I can hear them,” he muttered. “My pack. Or what’s left. They’re calling for me through the broken bond.”

Here I was, nearing the end of my time in college, with no real certainty as to what the hell my next step was. I knew I wanted to get in government in some fashion, State Department, something like that. I knew it would happen or work out eventually, but right now I was feeling pretty low. And maybe that was the perfect time for a predator to seek me out. What if this guy was like Wyatt? I mean Haven said he was young and handsome, but everybody thought Wyatt was hot. I wouldn't even know it because we're going to be in the fucking dark. The idea of meeting a handsome stranger in the dark was kind of alluring to me I had to admit, but why not just ask me on a date?

“My Lord is always with me ... even in the darkest hour. I don't like to see it, but feel it. ”He continued to concentrate on himself, as if he were reciting a mantra. He took the other steps and stood in front of the archway. A huge, white archway that led into the cellar. Godric bravely stepped under it, had the feeling that the cold had increased. He picked up the candle as quickly as he could and looked for the plate. Godric hugged himself briefly, shaking himself as he shivered. He wondered how it could be so cold all of a sudden and looked ahead. The basement was open. The arch as an inlet, then a further corridor, which end you couldn't see because it was devoured by the darkness. Som

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

Bristling Summer ignored him and began to move slowly within the room around her. Undisturbed dust dirtied the floor beneath her feet showing that no one had entered the particular area they were in for quite some time. The walls around them had ripped wall paper revealing cracking brick below. The whole place screamed desolate and made Summer uncomfortable. If things were to go wrong it would be quite some time before their bodies would be found. "Keep moving." Reggie urged the frozen Summer. "The stairs are this way." Sucking in air Summer allowed Reggie to lead her to a metal spiral staircase that sat in the next room ahead.

Let the relevance of it land without stating it. She set the page down slowly. "He's been publishing academic work on exactly the method used to conceal my mother's death." "Yes." "That's either extraordinary arrogance or extraordinary confidence." "With men like Frate it's usually the same thing." I leaned back in my chair. "He's untouchable and he knows it. The organization's protection runs deep enough that he has never once had reason to be careful. He publishes, he practices, he sits on charitable boards — he moves through the world like a man with nothing to hide because nothing has ever threatened him."

Any human country would envy the well-coordinated structure of the dark clans in the forgery and replacement of information on a global scale. Lord Ascadal this time without an escort gets into a car with dark windows. There is no one with him except the driver. He goes to the abode of the Shadofs. The car stops at an antique shop, it is deep night in the city, and there are few people in this area even during the day, the Shadofs know how to choose the entry points to their sanctuaries. Out of habit, after looking around and standing for a while, the vampire goes to the back of the building. The entrance to the cloister of the Shadofs is already open, the Shadof guards appearing for a secon

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Adrian I push out from the curb, the cold night air, hitting my skin. My bike engine revs as I drive through the darkness. The street is empty and there is no soul around. The world is quiet and it feels like I'm the only one awake. I'm not. A lot of things are going on even in the darkness. Dark things. I pull into a street and I soon arrive in front of a house. An old detached house that looks abandoned. I climb off my bike, pull off my helmet, and go straight into the house.

All marvelous accomplishments, though none were accomplished without first taking a toll in human lives. But it could also be argued that the insatiable search for knowledge, the inquisitive and inherent curiosity of the human being, is what could bring us to the brink of destruction. It has been the study of the arcane arts that has led the human nations to shine, one example is Gregori, the current supreme magician who is in the Empire Magic Academy, it is irrelevant that he is a semi-elf, the important thing is his existence. But the very search for knowledge can also bring doom, I must only name Francis Kemmler, also known as The Lord of Necromancers. One of the most skilled Necromancers