Dark Academia Series Novels & Stories

Black medium sized bed with black satin sheets and a purple comforter. A flat screen TV....A black coffin walk-in closet, black makeup table that I replaced with books and reading lamp Black coffee table, black suede couch, a mini fridge, a coffin shaped bookshelf, red candles on the coffee table held up by a black candelabra, and a black crystal chandelier. Woahhhh..... I just acknowledged it looked so creepy, but I liked it that way. "Sorry to say, but this looks so fetish to me. How can a room be this dark and..... and...."

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

Like in occasions like this one right here when the Dark Academy gives us tasks or assignments. The Dark Academy is a special school for witches. Those who know this call it the dark academy but for humans, they know it to be "Elite high." To mortals, it's supposed to be this fancy school that only a select few go to, but the only people who ever get admitted into the school are witches and warlocks. Everyone who attends is a witch, the studenrs, teachers, everyone. We know very well how to keep our secret from the rest of the world.

Arkcadis descends, wings slowly folding, glow dimming. [DAQUAN] You good? [ARKCADIS] (quiet, controlled) For now. He looks at the shattered cave ceiling. [ARKCADIS (CONT.)] But they've seen me move. The world will follow. [DAQUAN] Then we move first. Arkcadis nods. His wings wrap protectively around them both as the cave collapses— CUT TO BLACK. TO BE CONTINUED

Seraphina had survived twenty minutes of orientation before she concluded that Blackwood Academy was, at its core, a system designed to remind you of your place. Not in an obvious way. Nobody stood at the front of the room and ranked you by bloodline. They didn't have to. It happened in smaller acts. The way the legacy students sat in the center rows, easy and unhurried, while scholarship students drifted to the edges. The way the academy crest on a premium uniform jacket caught the light differently than the one on hers. The way the orientation speaker, a silver-haired man named Professor Wren, said "our legacy families" with a warmth he did not use for any other phrase.

She could see the silver mark on his neck turning a bruised, dark purple. “She’s….she’s in trouble,” Killian choked out. “The Archive. Something is down there. Something that shouldn't exist.” The General, seeing Killian weakened, raised his broken spear to strike. But before he could move, the shadows in the room began to crawl up the walls. The lights in the Hall turned black. “What is this?” the General whispered, his voice full of fear. Outside, the sky over the North Academy turned from a fiery red to a deep, unnatural midnight. The very ground began to shake as the “Dark Wolf” started to pull itself out of the earth.

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Lucas looked at Fanny, puzzled, and said, “Are you misunderstanding something?” Fanny did not know how she should answer it. An hour had passed! No one could escape the fate of life, including Lucas. After that hour, Fanny’s face was still so red like a ripened apple. “Let’s go.” Lucas was being carefree and said to Fanny while looking at her. After both of them had finished preparing their luggage, they then headed toward Dark Academy. The Dark Academy was located at the borders of the Crime World and Evil World.

The polished metal surface didn't reflect the blue light of her laptop; it seemed to absorb it, the digital timestamp on its edge pulsing with a cold, rhythmic green glow. She had been trying to push past the brick wall for three hours. Every avenue she attempted in the university’s extended digital registry ended in a flat, dead-end denial. She couldn't find anything worthwhile. Her student credentials, her advanced history indexing methods, her brilliant tracking of the property deeds none of it mattered. She was an academic trying to fight a ghost with a library card. She needed more information. Real data. Primary sources, names, or locations that only Caelith or Elias were hiding from h