Novel & Cerita Darkest Academia

As he turned the lock and opened the door, I was welcomed with a strange combination of Vanilla and Jasmine’s fragrances, making me forget all the worries that entangled my mind and suffocated my life, I totally gave up my senses to the most exotic scent I could have had smelled. Brandon entered the room and I was still lifted in his arms in a bridal style, as I roamed my eyes around the enormous room, I was intimidated to see the surroundings engulfed in dim red lights, escalating a dreading aura immediately. Everything in here; from walls to the bedsheet was painted in bright crimson red. It heightened a foreign absurd feeling inside me that I couldn’t understand. One thing that shook me f

The thick blanket of unconsciousness made an appearance, and in a second I passed out. **** Damon’s POV A feeling so lost I only found it again when I met Ariana returned. I couldn’t reach her through the necklace. It felt roughly severed and the more I tried the more hopeless it became. My last encounter with the shadow echoed in my thoughts more often. It frightened me because I understood perfectly what he was talking about, and I’d witnessed the endless monstrosities that he could commit. Central Academy was the most prestigious academy and the students I’d met either unexpectedly went missing, which was not my doing. Something about it made me know I couldn’t leave and I had been thrown

“I’m from the Moonshadow Pack.” “Moonshadow Pack? I’d heard of them. Why are you here?” “I ran away,” Anne explained. “I’m working as a servant at Umbra Academy now. It’s… complicated.” My suspicion lingered, but I was too weak to resist. “Umbra Academy?” Anne nodded. “It’s a place for the elite. Killers and witches, shifters. They teach you how to survive, how to lead. It’s not a kind place, but it’s powerful.”

She was even thinking about him as she went through her emails, so preoccupied wondering what he’d been up to all these years that she almost missed a welcome email from the Dark Moon Academy. She froze when she saw it, believing she must be misreading the subject line. The Dark Moon Academy was the most exclusive private school in the territory. In fact, it was so elite that the institution didn’t even accept applications – students had to be invited to attend, and only the children of the most powerful members of the pack were ever accepted. Jane never dreamed her pups would be considered – first because they would take up four spots in the same year, and second because though she was weal

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

I slipped out of bed, needing the oblivion of caffeine and a moment to piece together the incredibly reckless, unbelievably satisfying night I’d just had with a complete stranger I’d met at O’Malley’s after far too many vodka sodas following my disastrous breakup. Padding into his minimalist living room, my eyes landed on a framed photo on the sleek, dark bookshelf. Him. Looking impossibly distinguished in some kind of formal academic robe, his hand clasped with the university president. Below it, a small, silver plaque read: “Draco Thorne, Head of Literature Department.”

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

"She spent her last three days before she vanished researching the academy’s original layout. She found a blind spot in the basement floorboards." Adrian stepped past us toward the iron gate. He didn't touch the glowing red runes directly. He raised his hand, and a thin, precise layer of blue frost coated the bars, completely freezing the magical alarm system. The red glow dimmed and died. He pulled the gate open, the hinges moving silently in the cold. "The frost will only keep the alarm dead for ten minutes," Adrian warned, looking down into the pitch-black staircase leading underground. "Move." We hurried down the narrow stone stairs, the air getting colder and thicker with every step. Th

Aurora Brooks I was inside Alexander’s room. My eyes widened at the darkness filling it. Its style wasn’t like the other cheerful rooms. It looked like the room of a dangerous criminal who knew nothing about mercy. Black and gray colors, a bed covered in dark sheets. The moment I took my first step inside, his deep voice slipped into my ears and rooted me in place. He sounded so close I thought he had spoken from inside them. “Didn’t they teach you the manners of knocking on doors and waiting for permission?”

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.