Darkest Academia Novels & Stories

“The academy was founded in the year of death by our master, ruler of hell and the king of all demons, Lucifer. He stuck a deal with the heavens. Demons, selkies, fae, all creatures from the underworld could walk amongst humans, on a condition. They survive a year long training in his academy and pass the culling.” The crowd burst into loud screams at that. “There are no rules here,” Alstra looked straight at me. “And only the strongest survive. Good luck.” The crowd scattered immediately, and it seemed everyone knew where they were headed to. Everyone except me. I stood in the middle of the hustle, waiting for someone to at least tell me where I was going. Which is why not even a minute lat

All marvelous accomplishments, though none were accomplished without first taking a toll in human lives. But it could also be argued that the insatiable search for knowledge, the inquisitive and inherent curiosity of the human being, is what could bring us to the brink of destruction. It has been the study of the arcane arts that has led the human nations to shine, one example is Gregori, the current supreme magician who is in the Empire Magic Academy, it is irrelevant that he is a semi-elf, the important thing is his existence. But the very search for knowledge can also bring doom, I must only name Francis Kemmler, also known as The Lord of Necromancers. One of the most skilled Necromancers

"Exactly. That's why it must happen. Jake is choosing her over me, over everything I am. We must stop this before it's too late." Mara swallowed hard and nodded timidly. "Okay." They exchanged a silent pact, hearts pounding in the still night. Unbeknownst to them, through a crack beneath the door, Elder Leah, the wise witch of the Moonlit Pack, overheard every word. Her face settled into firm resolve as she realized what was happening. Moments later, Alpha Jake strode into the pack's inner study. The firelight from the hearth cast shadows across his troubled face. Elder Leah was already there, waiting.

"Well ladies, Elle, these are my brothers. This one over here is Claven, then Brandon, Herschel, Marco, and our eldest brother Pierre." Each one of them greeted us. Claven is super friendly, Brandon is just cool, Herschel had that formal aura and Marco is friendly too just like Brandon and Lucian. Lastly, that man. Pierre Monteblanco, the headmaster of the Monteblanco Corporation holds authoritativeness in him. He greeted me professionally but his coal-black eyes looked otherwise. It was menacing, scrutinizing even. He looks as if he is mad over something. But why does it matter to me? Goodness, I have Cian beside me while here I am trying to solve his brother's unexpected remorse to me.

Turning the knob, I quietly peeked. If it wasn't because of the sunlight coming from the window, I wouldn't be walking inside. My eyes wandered around the room, as they landed on the bookshelves. I remember Anson and Mr Grayson are owners of a publishing company. No wonder why Luca's office is filled with books. I smiled at the cleanliness of the room, as I walked towards the desk with papers perfectly placed above it. My eyes suddenly landed on a picture frame, but it doesn't have a picture. Instead, a note was placed inside of it.

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.

Inside Raven University — Chancellor’s Wing The elevator doors slid open with a whisper-soft hiss, revealing a corridor that seemed carved from the very shadows of the ancient forest surrounding Raven University. Polished black stone floors gleamed under the soft glow of enchanted sconces—flames that danced without heat, their light flickering like distant lightning storms. The air was cool and crisp, laced with the faint, metallic tang of old magic and the ever-present undercurrent of pine from the woods beyond the walls. This was the Chancellor’s Wing, Damian Blackwood’s domain, where every echo felt like a judgment and every shadow hid a secret.

Past memories taunted between us, flashes of the academy, of late nights in the library where he'd worked, of training sessions where he'd always been just a little too observant, a little too interested in my movements. "So the academy was a facade," I said, not quite making it a question. "You'd be right about that," Duke answered, clicking his tongue against the back of his mouth. And then, in a low voice that carried something genuine beneath the smugness, he told me, "It's good to see you, Jude." His eyes twinkled like he meant what he said and deep down, I knew he did. Duke, the librarian. The fucking librarian in a police academy was a Black Rose member. God, where didn't they reach?

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 64 ****** Oliver had the longest night ever as he couldn't sleep but kept tossing around for the night to be over so he could go to the Dark Shadow Hill. He wasn't going to tell a soul about it, all he needed to do was sneak out of the house as early as he could to the place to discover something. He had water and a little food to sustain him in case things got messy. He was scared of this journey but he tossed aside all of his fears. If he was a Lycan King as they claimed, he should be prepared for anything and not get scared.

The Dark Sorceress was a force to be reckoned with. "She is." "She is coming for you. For Cara." His jaw clenched. He rolled up the sleeve of his right arm. I stood astounded as he reached into the flame with his bare hand and yanked out the metal arrow from were it pierced the floor. The fire was extinguished leaving only the mark of the ancient symbol.