Darkest Academia Novels & Stories

For Aiden and Roland, this was the last year at the academy, they both graduated from the Faculty of International Relations. I spent every breakfast and dinner in the company of dark people, and more and more often I found myself thinking strange thoughts. If we discard all prejudices, then the dark ones were not so bad people, or rather, they were too ordinary for those whom they used to hate and fear all their lives.

she says to me. "You are aware there’s corruption going on within the academy," the prince says as he falls in step with Jaden, who is carrying me. "Yes," I whimper. "The Dark court and the academy's council are working together. Most members of the council are members of the Dark court and nd they are the ones hunting you down. They want the rival Hex Queen to win, so they can finally destroy the whole world." My head is buzzing so much. Everything is beginning to make sense. Everything he says, I’m seeing them. I can’t remember things. "Yes," I nod.

Wolves across the room roared with excitement as the arena morphed into a warzone of pillars, weights, enchanted pendulums, and targets. Only two academies remained standing: Blackwood Academy and Westly Academy ... known for producing wolves with terrifying physical strength. Scarlet stepped back, knowing this round belonged to the heavy hitters. Grey cracked his knuckles with a grin that promised violence. Ronan simply rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath his uniform like coiled steel. The Westly Academy sent out their strongest wolves ... tall, brutal-looking males with veins glowing faintly from enchantments. Then someone shouted, “START!” It was chaos.

"They're the most dangerous creatures in this academy, and not just because of their power. They're looking for something. It's been for years. Every human who comes through here gets tested, evaluated, discarded." "Tested for what?" "I don't know. But whatever it is, you've caught their attention. That's either very good or very bad." "Which do you think it is?" He studied me for a long moment. "I honestly don't know. But I do know this—there are things happening at this academy that go deeper than human-werewolf integration. Ancient things. Dark things. And the princes are at the center of it all." "How do you know all this?"

Deep in the mountains, hidden beneath layers of enchanted mist, stood the towering fortress of the Obsidian Crescent Academy. Unlike The Sanctum of Mirrors surroundings, the Obsidian Crescent exuded an air of menace. The dark stone walls were etched with glowing runes, and the grounds pulsed with chaotic energy. Inside the academy’s central hall, Selene, the formidable leader of the rival school, stood before a gathering of students. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall over her sharp shoulders, and her piercing silver eyes held the room captive.

We’ve always gone on missions as a team, but I have another priority now. I leave the question unanswered, deciding to plan for my day ahead instead. If Kai narrows down Milo’s movements and a date and time for the mission is fixed, only then can I decide. The next few hours before dawn breaks are spent looking up all the information I can on my client’s school. Montclair Academy of the Arts. The most exclusive and expensive dance institution in the country, and one of the best and highest ranked. Of course, the man who killed the dreams of many children gets to send his own child to one of the best schools.

His crimson eyes were dark tonight, the blood-threaded tattoos on his arms shifting in patterns I did not recognize - ancient Draven script, the language of his dynasty's curses. "The western dorms," he continued. "Beneath them. There is a chapel that the Academy drowned." I set down my pen. "Drowned?" "Flooded. Buried. Forgotten." He moved to the map, his finger tracing a path to the western edge of the campus, where the oldest buildings leaned against the hillside. "In the first century, the Academy had scandals it could not afford to expose. Students who made pacts. Faculty who worshipped old gods. The Council did not execute them - that would have drawn attention. They built a chapel, pe

The Academy was the safest place for her. The academy? Draven laughed. Isn’t that where all the rogue, unruly, goddess-forsaken girls go? But she had someone who watched over her. The academy, renowned for its strict training and protective environment, serves as a sanctuary for rogue girls, shielding them from the dangers that lurk in our world. It balanced discipline with safeguarding, essential for those who needed to learn. Now we need to focus on more important matters—the company. I need to bury myself in work to forget what just happened.

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.