Dungeon Academy Book 1 Novels & Stories

"Charmy, I need your help. Check these books for me and look for any information regarding the sorceress named Delicia or a sorceress that made their name in Apothecary class, 20 years ago." After giving her instruction, Audrey placed another pile of books in front of Cha rmy. Just like before, another cloud of dust raised from the cover of the books as soon as it landed on the table. Charmy tried her best to flap her cute tiny wings to fan the dust away from her. "You're joking right???? Do you honestly expect me to read books??!!!" The baby snow dragon asked in her usual brat-like tone. "Yes, you heard me right. And don't think about slacking because we still have a lot of books to check.

The smell of stale coffee added its own twist to this busy atmosphere. Aziz, a Turkish hunter with a dragon tattoo on his right upper arm and Seth, the blonde asshole from duty, laughed and met us and disappeared down the stairs to the training rooms. There was only one door to the right from the corridor. It led into the guild's open plan office, which was separated from the visitor area by a long, scratched counter.

Maybe being the talk of the academy had a tiny good side after all. Even if the bad side overshadowed it, having someone openly declare their support felt genuinely nice.She walked to her next class with a small, happy smile. The smile vanished when she returned home after her final lecture and dropped onto the bed to begin reading one of the books Adrian had left her. The title was simply Mages. Her curiosity was certainly piqued—she was desperate to learn everything about her genus. She couldn’t get past the first ten pages, though. It was a dense history of the first mages, the ancient political blah-blah-blah, and before long, her eyelids were fighting a losing battle.

Clara read out, peering into my locker. I furrowed my brows as I stared at the book in confusion. It was a red leather-bound, large book, surely containing a lot of information, yet I hadn't seen it before, and I couldn't remember keeping it in my locker. “That's for first-year students. Why would you need such a thing to take to class?” Ruby questioned. “What's this for?” I murmured. Ruby snorted. She rolled her eyes. “It's just as it's written here. It's a lore book and a guide to survive the academy system. Still, it's for first-year students. We all had a copy. And that's probably yours.” She pointed out.

No signal, no contacts, no way to call my mother and tell her where I was. But the files remained, even the novel: 'Saintess of Hauntspire High'; and the manuscript, which I retitled: 'Villainess of Aetherion Academia.' I had read them both cover to cover during the month at Duskbane Estate, hunched under blankets, scrolling until my eyes burned. I knew the plot. I knew the characters. I knew the twenty VIP students in this year's freshman class, their alliances, their betrayals, their endings.

*Yo guys! Congratulations if you've made it this far!🥳🎉 I apologize for mass publishing the final parts of the book, but I have exams coming up, and err...I needed to get it off my chest ASAP. Anyway, this part is technically like a trailer for the book II, so it's not going to be singular. It'll be random. So, stay hyped! ********* When I was ten, I drowned in the pool up in my parents penthouse. I was their only child and their heir, so they couldn't leave me for dead. When they performed the ritual that brought me back to life, they suddenly didn't want me alive either.

Part of me is excited about the fact that I have a little one growing deep inside my body while I am already on Derrick's black book. Like the universe is not on my side, I begin to hear a creepy sound around the dungeon. It feels like a prey is coming to attack me, this dungeon is at the outskirts of the pack house and enemies will be lurking. Bracing myself, I pull myself closer into the wall. Even if I engage in a fight with anyone right now, I don’t even have any weapons to aid me. It was going to be a futile fight. Before I can even get myself ready, the door blasts open and I am heavily thrown against the wall making me groan in pain as blood splashes out of my mouth.

The words, ‘Property of Ismene’s Library’, were stamped on the very first page. I jumped right in, reading about a seemingly ordinary girl thrust into a strange game of magic, trickery, and mayhem. She’d just boarded a train to some far away land when my eyes began to grow heavy. I continued skimming the book, but the words became choppy as my exhaustion grew. The girl had taken some potion that sent her spiraling into a magic-induced dream. My eyes fell shut as she plummeted off a cliffside, only to snap open when Draco entered the room.

Marcus dims the lights and stands in front of my with his arms across his chest. "First question," he starts as Nathan hovers the wand above my stomach. "What's your full name?" What kind of question is that? I jump and let out a little scream when Nathan shocks my stomach with the wand. "You're answering too slowly," Marcus says. "Cole McCall," I answer quickly and Marcus nods. The wand is moved across my skin but instead of a painful shock it's a strange tingly feeling. "How old are you?" "18." "Good boy, that's better."

Akira suggested as she flipped through the books laying in front of her. She flipped through three more books before settling on the fourth. “Here's something” she said as she passed the book to Rune who took it from her expectantly. “Well then, I hope you're ready for your first lesson.” Akira nodded while Rune read aloud. “Þa Wordes of Dreogan – Of Houndras, the Unwitan Beasts” he read. Akira gave him a confused look and he responded with a shrug of his shoulders.