Dungeon Academy Book 1 Novels & Stories

Sleepovers, makeup parties, and girl talk had become my new normal. "Let's go outside," June suggested, and we all agreed. I hadn't explored much of the castle, so it sounded like a fun idea. As soon as we stepped outside, chaos erupted. People were running, and the ground shook as demons emerged and gathered in one spot. "What's happening?" I asked June, feeling confused. "We have an unexpected visitor," she explained. I instinctively reached for my sword, but then I remembered I was wearing a white short gown, not my usual fighting gear.

This was something Spencer had dropped in his haste. A surge of adrenaline washed over me. This book might hold the answers I desperately craved. With trembling hands, I flipped it open. The first page was filled with cryptic symbols and swirling script, an arcane language that sent a shiver down my spine. Was this some sort of dark magic manual? A guide for assassins? My stomach lurched at the thought.

Damian. Not far, standing in the main chamber of the dungeon, bathed in the golden-orange light of a lone torch. His back was to me. One hand rested against a pedestal. The other gently stroked a familiar object resting atop it. The book. The same book I had returned, the one that landed me in this trouble. He didn’t notice I was awake. He was engrossed in whatever he was doing. And I gladly took that opportunity Before he could even turn—I launched myself forward, feet pounding against stone, power building in my veins like a storm ready to tear through the world.

“And you couldn't have told me that before you dumped that stuff on the floor? What is that? I don't know that at all from the academy. " "First, autodidactic learning, second, it's called cough syrup." "Cough syrup?" Was he kidding me? "Quite normal ..." I interrupted myself when suddenly two more of the beasts came crawling out of the hole. What should i do now? The network was still occupied by the other.

But now it’s lying in the center of my bed, open. I step towards it slowly, half-afraid it might suddenly flap its covers like wings and start flying around the room like an emerald green butterfly. With all the other madness going on around here, it would hardly be surprising. But the book lies still as a tombstone, the faded black ink staring up at me as I reach down to touch the thin paper. There’s a page missing. The jagged remnants of a torn page stick out from the spine, a clear sign that someone ripped a page out.

They probably are. I sat on my cot, if you could call a slab of moldy stone with a straw stuffed sack a "cot", knee bouncing, chewing the same piece of gum I've had since yesterday morning. Cinnamon. Faded as hell now, but it kept my jaw from locking up and stopped me from screaming. Well. Mostly. I reached into my jacket, fingers brushing the folded letter. The only good thing that's happened since my life went to shit. The Calling is upon you. You are summoned to Eidolon Academy. Your blood remembers. Your trials begin now.

Everyone else walked by, clutching their umbrellas—some without them, racing to shelters—like they didn't see the new student, trying and failing to save her books from the rain. Even the jocks didn't stop. Stupid fuckers. Abandoning my car, I turned, rushing to help the student out. I was already halfway there when she beat me to it. Saphielle. At that time, I didn't know her name. Didn't know she existed. She dropped to her knees, gathering the mess, picking each soaked book with delicate care. Her drenched hair stuck to her cheeks, her blue jeans turned darker as they got wetter, but the reassuring smile she gave the distressed student remained.

Moreover, he wouldn't like it that anyone else knows the secret place that he had built just for a person to infiltrate it and to take away things that belonged to him Damon knew of the consequences but his curiosity got a better hold of himself. So he walked towards where the book was and see the title of it only to find that there was none. It was only showing an old rotten cover that made him confused - even more - he even looked at the side of the book to know if the title was there but to his dismay, it was never there. Because he was curious enough, he took the book from the old treasured chair not minding that he had already touched one of the duke's treasures for the first time - eve

I have to go Aleka ,this is your battle,you have to fight it alone I believe you will win" And just like that her figure vanished in thin air Next I know the wolf with red eyes leaped into the air and a scream escaped my lips. I woke up to realise that I was sweating and my body was wrapped in multiple bandages covering my stomach and back I looked around to realise that this was just a dream. But I saw her,even if it was in the dream only I saw her. I will avenge your death Nova I will! I was in a dark dungeon with silver bars The company I had was well not very friendly ,as wolves in my adjoining cell were sending deadly glares and some were even snarling . Truly speaking I expected this .

Harold stammered, trying to sound like a student found smoking in the school environment was something that happened everyday. “You're cool,” the student said with eyes of administration as he walked to Harold. His breath as he neared Harold was choky but he, Harold, didn't say or do anything. “My name is Drew and I'm a vampire. That explains why this room is —” he looked around the room in one glance then back at Harold “— this way.” He expected a verbal response from Harold and when there was none, he continued. “We can make some changes in here if that's what you'll like.” He took in long, deep breath and out, causing the smoke to make his voice not too visible.