Dark Academia Series Novels & Stories

Vampire Clans: Nerezza (neh-RET-tsah) – The founding bloodline of vampire academia, they value control, elegance, and superiority. Known for their mastery of illusion, shadow travel, and political manipulation. They often head prestigious houses like Nerezza Hall at Obscura Arcanum. Nyx (Niks) – Mysterious and ancient, descended from the primordial goddess of night. Members of Nyx are often oracles, seers, or necromancers, and their blood is rumored to grant glimpses into death itself. They don’t crave power, power craves them.

Silas swirled a glass of synthetic blood and kicked his polished dress shoes up onto the pristine railing. "I haven't seen a single student trigger the combat red in the last twenty minutes," he complained, and he checked the glowing silver watch on his wrist with a frustrated sigh. "They are mostly scholars and politicians this year," I muttered, and I took a slow sip of my drink while staring blankly at the glowing blue holograms floating above the arena. The academy was supposed to be training warriors, but lately it felt more like a finishing school for spoiled brats who didn't know how to throw a real punch.

Meryl starts to say. "Sometimes they come out... okay. But other times they come out rogue. It's complicated but we believe that there's some kind of secret cult of Daimons that are responsible for the deaths and disappearance. Humans aren't the only ones missing." Anessa finishes. I sigh leaning forward hugging my knees to my chest. "But Xavier is some kind of Demon Vampire king. Is that why he's so mean?" I ask and scrunched my face at the thought of Xavier. I haven't set eyes on him since my first time here.

“Mother's aim to do everything, by choosing twins is to save hope that the dark destiny of the vampire world might change. Even though the possibility is very slim not even at all. Every action will have its own risks, especially in matters like this. Mother has done her best, but the fate of darkness will continue to be destiny. In addition, Queen Meralda was really cunning. She had tricked the King of Darkos and planned to take all the forces of the Red Stone. Actually the King of Darkos was not gullible, but fate did require him to do all of that. After all, my mother was destined to die in the hands of the King of Darkos herself. But King Darkos did not do the same with King Drakos, his

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.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

Fuck. I'm late. Again. The curse is barely out of my mouth before I’m sprinting through the dark, deserted hallways of the academy, legs pumping as I race across campus. My short black skirt rides up with every stride, teasing the cold air against my thighs. The strap of my bag digs into my shoulder, the heavy contents bouncing wildly with every jarring step. My chest heaves. My pulse roars in my ears.

"A hunky human boyfriend and two handsome ghosts who have the hots for you, one of which is a Viking, I used to drool over that show when it was on TV." I throw a pillow at her and she laughs. "This isn't a mini-series, this is my life." "Right." She sits up, straightening her shoulders. "And who is the new ghost by the way?" "Not sure. He looks like one of the paintings on the wall." She snaps her fingers. "That's where I've seen him before. I didn't get a good look at him before as I was at a distance. That's Benjamin Davers. He's the founder of the Academy."

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.