Dungeon Academy Book 1 Novels & Stories

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

It was dinner, and all the students of the Alpha Academy were seated at the round table. Some students had already noticed the new arrivals, Damon and Darius. I mean, who wouldn’t notice them? They carried an aura of confidence. The few girls in the academy were already turning their heads, glancing at the brothers. Some were blushing, and others were already plotting ways to make friends with them. “Are you okay?” Darius asked when he noticed Damon seemed lost. “Yes,” Damon nodded, but his mind was elsewhere.

The idea of eating breakfast makes me nauseous. I exit my room and pause in the hallway, because I've no idea where classes are in this place. There wasn't time to show me around. The Academy is a three-story mansion that resembles a Victorian-Goth style architecture. Well, I'll look around until I find someone to show me the way or find it myself. My sneakers squeak across the title as I stroll down the hallway, the book of magical history tucked under my arm. I scratch at the collar of my shirt which feels like it's choking me and soaked in so much starch it's stiff like it could stand up on its own.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Without waiting, I stepped inside. The stairs creaked as we descended, the air growing colder with every step. At the bottom was a dungeon, damp and dimly lit by torches. Strange drawings covered the walls—symbols, markings, shapes that twisted in patterns I couldn’t understand. My heart thudded as I recognized some from the healer’s book. Ray walked ahead, stopping at a stone pedestal where a single leaf rested. He reached out. “Wait!” I shouted, rushing forward. “Don’t touch it!”

My fingers scanned the spines until they found the gold—warm to the touch, pulsing with an ancient, hidden power. I pressed it. The floor beneath me groaned. The marble split wide open, revealing a dark, yawning staircase spiraling down into the belly of the academy. The scent of cold earth, wet stone, and ancient blood rose up to greet me. I stepped into the abyss. Behind me, the library doors creaked open. A silhouette stood in the moonlight. It wasn't Zephyr. It wasn't Kael. It wasn't Ronan. It was the Alpha of Silvermoon, his silver-streaked hair glinting, his cold, dead eyes fixed on the hole in the floor where I had vanished.

More, and more. End of Book 1

The castle halls were dark and cold, the wind whistling through the cracks in the stone walls. The torches burned low, casting a weak light that did little to dispel the shadows. I shivered as I walked, my breath coming out in small clouds of mist. I could hear my footsteps echoing in the silence, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The castle felt like a living thing, its dark eyes watching me as I moved through its corridors. I felt a sense of foreboding, like something was about to happen, something I wouldn't be able to escape. The palace was quiet and chilly, everyone had gone to bed except me. I was going to raid Derrick's study. I was looking for the Dycan chronicles. The b

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

" okay go to your seat now!" I saw an empty chair beside the classroom window. I quietly set myself in my own desk. We finished our first lesson about the Incubus and Succubus myths. Since it's my first day here, I had no friends to talked with. It's recess time and everyone made their way to the canteen. I had my lunch box inside my bag. I took my bag from my own locker but I'm shocked to see an anonymous letter inside it. I took it and opened to read it.

It seemed to radiate a faint magical aura. Curiosity getting the better of them, Alex picked up the book. Its cover was adorned with intricate runes and symbols, and the title read, "The Chronicles of Destiny: A Hero's Journey." The pages within were filled with tales of chosen heroes who had risen to face great challenges. As they read through the stories, a sense of connection and purpose washed over Alex. It was as if these heroes from different realms were speaking directly to them, urging them to embrace their own destiny. With the book in hand, Alex sought the wisdom of the town's sage, Mrs. Evelyn, known for her knowledge of the mystical and arcane. She lived in a cozy cottage on the