Dark Academia Series Novels & Stories

It was as if he had conjured up the dark side of her character and it was insidiously taking her over. Her skin heated, disturbing recollections of an hour past filling her conscious mind, and so real were those images that Lara could feel the touch of his hands on her flesh, feel the hot, hungry onslaught of his mouth on hers. With a trembling hand, Lara poured herself another coffee, mortified by her own lack of mental discipline. It was time she got herself back under control... but just how easy was that going to be with him calling all the shots? Perspiration dampened her eyebrow.

They shared knowing glances at each other before walking into the building. "What is this place?" Nicodemus asked while he took proper view of the interior. He could pick multiple scents of Wolves and Witches,he was also certain there are Vampires in this large building. They took him to to another large room filled with couches. "This place is an Academy. The Dark Arts Academy for Witches,Vampires and Werewolves." Sabrina answered while they all sat comfortably on different couches. "Dark Arts Academy...." He muttered to himself. In a way,the name seemed to captivate him. "Why are there no rooms for Hybrids?."

Hey guys! Welcome to my book "Dark Deception"! I hope you love my book and continue to engage with it. I appreciate you guys so so much and I can't wait to connect with you all. Lily Collins as Olivia Adams Ken Kirby as Sam Oscar Lena Heady as Erica Wayne Douglas Booth as Jack Williams Shay Mitchell as Nikita Dixion Kerri Medders as Jessica Shaw Kat Graham as Ruby Hills Til Schweiger as Michael Wayne Alex Landi as Dr.Liam

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

Never could he imagine his life would turn upside down in the city of light and he would become someone wanted and loved by his fans. His dark past has always been a secret he buried deep in himself. Something between that period happened to Brandon which made him a man who he never wanted to become, And that mystery is yet to be revealed...

Because they were completely troublesome, those materials gave her a headache. Morana prefers to read picture books with attractive colors, like a fairy tale book for kids. Her life is already very complicated, and only covered in black and white, she needs more colors to be able to feel that she is indeed living and not just a life that requires her to eat, drink and breathe. Unknowingly, in her busy mind, her footsteps had brought her to the library. The route she had memorized so well even by heart. This campus library is close to the medical faculty, therefore more students from that faculty come here than from other faculties.

“I don’t think—he just… is, okay? But he’s arrogant. They’re so different, I don’t even know how that works.” Ava leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she dropped her voice. “Wait. What the fuck? I thought you were living in the dorm? How the hell did you end up living with your hot brother’s best friend? That’s totally forbidden. And older than you!” She dragged out the last words, clearly savouring the scandal. Before I could come up with an escape lie, a voice cut through the café noise like a blade. The one I recognised instantly.

House NOCTISHADE Crest: A bat winged crown dripping in black ichor and wrapped in a veil of thorns Quote: “Whispers rule longer than war cries.” Accepts: Vampires, necromancers, shadow wielders, illusionists Traits: Strategy, grace, cold ambition, secrets Vibe: Gothic masterminds and seductive sociopaths Known for: Politicians, assassins, spymasters, cursed nobility Okay, yeah. If hot bloodsuckers were going to throw parties where they poison their wine just for fun, they’d be from Nocti-fucking-Shade.

"You can serve us and save your academy. Or you can refuse and watch everyone die. Choose, First Queen. You have until the shield falls." She vanished, returning to the sky where the Old Court waited. Through the bloodline, I felt the academy. Felt every vampire, every student, every person I'd sworn to protect. They were all counting on me. All trusting that I'd save them. But I had no idea how. The shield flickered again. My power was already failing. Minutes, not hours. "Sera." Elysia appeared, her emerald dress torn and bloody. "There might be a way. A spell I found in the restricted archives. It could amplify the shield, make it strong enough to last until—"