Divine Academy Novels & Stories

Human aren't enslaved well maybe just a little, at the age of 16 all human get tested mentally and divided to categories: Dom/Sub, Daddy/Little, Mommy/little, Master/Pet, Master/slave. Today is my 17 birthday well it's the mark of my me being born as human 17 years ago , but on my ID I'm not even one. My name is Sophia Vitale, and I'm a vampire and a little, I belong to my daddy and Dom Dimitri Vitale. We both go to Doms&Littles Academy. It's a school where you learn how to be a good sub depending on your category, it's also where you meet doms. I met my daddy one year ago and I became his little princess.

Sera's stomach had already dropped, some instinct warning her before the words came. "It formally withdraws House Corvane's sponsorship from three academy programs effective immediately." Renna's voice was clipped, controlled fury barely restrained beneath it. "The winter provisions fund. The scholarship endowment covering half our common-born students' tuition. And the maintenance grant for the east dormitory, where you and Mira both live." Mira went very still beside her. "They're punishing the whole school. Because of me." "Because of Sera," Renna corrected, not unkindly, though the distinction did little to soften the blow. "Lord Corvane made himself very clear before he left. He does no

“I could feel your trigger the moment it went off and–” My chest heaved. “Stop talking like you know me.” “I do know you,” Derek murmured, his smile widening, wolf-ish. “I know what you're capable of, your triggers, the reason for them, the source of them.” "And how exactly do you know all of that?" "Because I run an academy with people just like you." "An academy?" "Not just any academy." His hands crossed behind his back, a proud grin on his face. "It goes by many names, but its most popular one is Ravenside. It is an academy of the four clans, for the four clans.”

“It’s the least obvious approach from the outside. If he sends people here, they won’t come through the main entrance. They’ll use the western woods and split into smaller groups before reaching the academy.” Silas leaned forward slightly. “How many?” “If he wants Angela badly enough, more than enough.” I shrugged my shoulders once. Xavier’s expression hardened. I understood that look. I didn’t blame him. “My father doesn’t believe in half measures,” I added. “If he decides the academy is protecting her, he’ll treat the entire academy as an enemy.”

" A chill ran down my spine. I finally understood why the women who were sent to the divine tree always returned to the village in a daze. They didn't participate in a ceremony that was meant to appease a god. Instead, they were sexually assaulted by this gang of beasts! I struggled wildly, but the concoction had stripped me of my strength. My resistance was basically nonexistent to them. "Get away from me!" Isaac grabbed my chin with his callused hand. He licked his chapped lips before saying, "Drop the act. You've been looking forward to this, haven't you? You were moving so enthusiastically in the hall earlier. No one will believe you even if you pretend to be chaste now."

Even Ethan sat up straighter. The academy was... impossible. That was the only word for it. It rose from the earth like it had been grown rather than built, all spiraling towers and organic curves. The main structure seemed to be carved from a single massive piece of black stone that gleamed red in the setting sun. Hence the name, I supposed. Windows glowed with warm light, and I could see figures moving within—students, maybe, or faculty. The grounds stretched for what seemed like miles, encompassing forests, lakes, and what appeared to be several smaller buildings connected by covered walkways.

The Inter-Academy Grand Invitational — five schools, one track, one weekend, legitimate prize money and a trophy that apparently mattered enough to various pack hierarchies that people were already making calls. I stood at the notice board and read it twice. Warner Academy. Dumont. Nightshade. Crestfall. And a fifth school I didn't recognize — Ironveil Academy, based out of Eastern Europe, no supernatural affiliation listed, which was either unusual or a lie. "Ironveil," Adrian said, from beside me. He'd appeared quietly, the way he always did, reading the board with the focused attention he gave anything that might constitute a threat. "I've heard of them."

Right? I see Darius walk out of the main entranceway, dressed in what looks like a school uniform. My eyes go wide in realization. 'Is he going to school here? I thought he was here because of pack business. I never thought that he would be here to go to school.' 'He must be going to Hunter Academy. It's the Supernatural school. The best of the best.' Caedance says to me. 'I guess that makes sense.' I reply. I smile as I take in how hot Darius looks with his school uniform. I can feel myself getting wet, just from the fantasies that begin to swarm my mind.

“That’s no man of God. He’s a liar, a deceiver! "With all due respect sisters. That person you are protecting is not a servant of a god! How can a devoted priest covet another woman? A married woman with a child!" Richard replied. “No!” Khana’s voice broke through, trembling with fear and desperation. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over as she shook her head. “That’s not true, Richard. You’re wrong! Henry has done nothing wrong!” "We do not tolerate such accusations. You've got it all wrong young man. I must say you're a violent person," Sister Dina uttered with a calm face and voice.

“You don’t want Charity to know about the order, and yet you’re going to take her to the heart of it?” “No,” Camilla scolds, her voice cold and annoyed. “We want to take her to the Academy, an international boarding school from which the Order recruits from.” “I’ve heard of the Academy,” Damon nods, easing some of the tension in the air. “It’s prestigious as hell, and damn near impossible to get into. Especially for an American pack member. It’s almost unheard of.”