Garnet Academy Novels & Stories

The academy was just as magnificent as Evercrest, perched on a hill and surrounded by a dense forest. Graycrown Academy. They say it's the best academy in the world—well, in the werewolf world, that is. The car passed through a tightly guarded gate and parked in the massive front courtyard. I could see a crowd of students in various uniforms scattered around in groups. Seeing so many potential competitors made me extremely nervous. Luna Dawn and Alpha Jace stepped out first, followed by the other selected students and me.

my thoughts halted as I raised my head to see the place. We were already in front of a not-so-big shop but It was a catchy place. It was like what you see in the movies. The shop was full of different people, but mostly students. I turned around to face Mira but an enormous gate caught my eyes. My brows furrowed until I saw the words carved at the top of the gate. Hardent Academy. A school. Just the mere word of it picked a little part of my heart, it started to get bitter. I gulped down the lump in my throat and looked at Mira who was also looking at the school in front of us.

The red-eyed vampire from before stepped forward slightly, his gaze locked onto her mark with something dangerously close to fascination. The golden-eyed wolf didn’t move, but his stare intensified. Virelle felt it like a physical weight “What is this place?” she pressed, her voice tightening despite her effort to stay composed. The man’s attention returned to her face. “You are in Blood Oath Academy,” he said, the words settled into the air like a verdict. “A place,” he continued, “where those chosen by blood are trained, controlled… and, if necessary, eliminated.” Virelle’s breath hitched. “I’m not supposed to be here,” she said immediately. “You said it yourself, I wasn’t meant to be summ

The morning air at eight o'clock is crisp, sharp, and smelling heavily of damp pine and crushed silver-leaf. The Mooncrest Iron Gate towers thirty feet into the sky, constructed from dark, wrought iron spiked with silver tips to deter rogue wolf shifts. Hundreds of students are pouring through the stone archways—young alpha heirs in tailored leather jackets, sleek beta trackers, and high-ranking pack offspring showing off their glossy hair and arrogant postures. A sleek, black Gilbert Pack SUV pulls up directly to the curb in front of the main entrance. The rear door opens, and Tuesday Gilbert steps out onto the pavement. She looks immaculate. Her silver-blonde hair falls in perfect, liquid

"This will be better, you were there for years—they won't be able to hurt you this way." I pull my hands from hers and lay back in my seat. I can't help the wince that escapes my lips as my back immediately stings from the contact. "Yeah, sure," I scoff and close my eyes. Minutes later, the car stops, and the driver comes to open the door. He grabs my suitcase and I follow Julie out of the car. The school looks like a castle, with vines growing up the sides, and an unkept garden. It was supposed to look abandoned to keep curious humans away but that never works, so the entire school is under a cloaking spell of some kind.

“Besides… it’s a great distraction right now.” Gwenevere understood that. Her mother needed distraction more than anyone else in the family. She was the one who was the most affected by Jolie’s sickness. But Gwenevere did not understand why she was seated close to the Crimsons. Mrs. Crimson always gave Hannah reasons to worry. As soon as Mrs. Crimson sighted Gwenevere, she began talking loudly to the other neighbors seated with her, making sure Hannah could hear her. “I just got the latest Joycee wrist watch, last week. It costs one thousand dollars.” She said, her voice covering half of the whole backyard.

That was cool," I smiled like a geek at something that must've been so mundane to these people but extraordinary to me. I turned around to face the sight in front of me and it was the large black gate of Luveldom Academy. The name was engraved in gold into the steel and green, leafy vines that appeared to be growing on the bars of the gate. My heart rate rose due to the anticipation of the gates opening up and which they did but rather too slow for my liking. My eyes were met with a building that looked just like an old, European castle. The golden stones and architecture added charm to the school building. In fact, I wondered about the age of Luveldom.

Standing right in front of her were the massive, towering iron gates of Velmora Academy. Suddenly, a strange, violent shiver ran straight down her spine. The air here felt incredibly, unnaturally cold, biting right through her thin jacket. She looked up at the center of the iron gates, where the dark, elegant crest of Velmora Academy was proudly displayed. Adjusting her black-framed glasses, Elara looked around the vast entrance. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Why is there not a single person here? The entire area was dead silent. There were no students hanging around, no cars, and no welcoming committees. The grand stone arches of the academy loomed in the evening shadows like a giant, sle

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

She looked around and she saw a terror teacher roaming around the room. “What is this?” asked Jette. “This might be the secret academy,” added Candy. “When this University was still active, it is called the “EGP Academy”. It is owned by a famous family in town named Encar Galleon Pernt. He is the husband of Gaymo. They have a child probably of my age now. We need to know where that child is right now. I hope she’s still alive,” explained Candy. With the recent information Jette knew, she is much more puzzled. What does her grandma mean with the white birthmark on her nape? There are a lot of questions.