Gemstone Academy Novels & Stories

She left me alone in the silence, the ghost of Ethan's kiss still burning on my lips. I dressed in my school uniform—a pleated skirt and a crisp white blouse that felt far too tight against my skin, as if my body was still humming from the memory of Ethan. I pulled my long hair back, trying to hide the slight swelling on my cheek where my mother had struck me, and headed out toward the academy. The Silver Moon Academy sat on a hill overlooking the pack lands, a sprawling complex of ancient stone buildings and modern glass wings. It was the premier institution for young wolves to learn control, history, and the complexities of their secondary genders.

“Now explain how the Gem system works.” Trunks leaned back, his voice steady. “Membership in the Diamond Board isn’t earned. It’s inherited, bought, or built through influence. Becoming a Gem follows rules so absolute that even the richest heirs can fall overnight. The hierarchy isn’t based on merit or grades — it’s sculpted by money, bloodlines, and legacy. “To become a Gem, a student must meet the Three Pillars of Admission.” He began counting them off: 1. The Pillar of Wealth — Parental Net Worth:

My heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing to figure out what I could have done this time. The guards dragged me all the way to my father's study, throwing me to the floor with force. My stepmother stood there, holding a gem in her hands—the Moon Gem, a symbol of our pack, crafted from rare moonstone and kept in the council room. Why did she have that?

I ask. “Deacon will arrange for your belongings to get to you, try not to worry and just focus on making your new life here. I know this is a difficult time but I'm sure you will be happy here, we will work everything out to make this transition as easy as possible for you,” she says as we walk through a maze of glass and marble corridors. We exit the building into a courtyard with a huge fountain in the middle. The water comes out through four spouts. Above each spout is a large crystal. Clarrisa stops walking for a moment to let me look at it. “Each crystal represents a house at our Academy. You have been assigned to Ruby for the time being,” she motions to the red stone. “You can easily i

I usually don't talk too much with a stranger. “You are Foria Maxine Lux?” I looked at the man with glasses when he mentioned my name. I nodded. "Yes, sir." He frowned then looked at the person next to him who was also looking at him with a frown. It looks like they are talking using their eyes. Their eyes indicate something. The man with glasses looked at the paper again. “You are Foria Maxine Lux. Graduated as Magna Cum Laude from Mantegro University. You took Business Administration,” he read.

The place I’d left with Isla in my arms, thinking we were coming back victorious. “We failed,” I said. The words were ash. “I failed.” “No,” Caelan said. “We’re breathing. She’s breathing. That’s not failure. That’s round one.” I wanted to believe him. “We get there,” I said. “We heal, then after we find her. That’s it.” “That’s it,” Caelan said. Elias’s voice cut through. “Academy!” I looked up. The hills parted. The Academy of Blackstone rose out of the valley like it always had. Stone walls fifty feet high. Towers with silver roofs. The main gate, iron and oak, big enough to march an army through.

"The towers," Richard began, his voice heavy with the weight of responsibility, "they'll require a vast quantity of gemstones to function. As you're well aware, our empire's gemstone reserves are currently depleted, leaving us vulnerable." A sly grin spread across my face. "Perhaps I can help with that," I purred, leaning back in my chair. "My Ice Demon City possesses a plentiful supply of the finest gemstones. We'd be more than willing to sell them to you, at a fair price, of course."

I had only caught glimpses of the school and its inhabitants, and my previous experiences with Briar and Liam had left me anxious. As we walked down the grand staircase, I couldn’t help but notice the intricate details of the architecture. High ceilings adorned with magical motifs, large windows that seemed to glow with their own light, and artwork that pulsed with a life of its own created an atmosphere that felt both enchanted and intimidating. “Windamere Academy is unlike any other school,” my uncle began, guiding me through the spacious foyer. “It’s not just a place for learning; it’s a sanctuary for beings like us. You’ll find all kinds of species here, each with their own unique abilit

____________ Lady Sterling is right there - he warns, pointing to the end of the hall. ____________ What is hers? - Lian's laugh is encouraging. ____________ She is a lonely old woman, uses all her bitterness to gloat over her pupils as she calls her apprentices. ____________ Do I have the option to decline this class? ____________ There is no way to. I am really sorry. - I let out an irritated sigh - Lady Marin, she's your teacher because you eat like a dog and have horrible posture. Tessy Sterling will teach you how to be a lady. _____________ During training for the Diamond Crown I was taught, and it was totally in vain...

Fiona asked, "Larissa, what do you think? Which do you think will increase in value?" Larissa didn't see anything particularly valuable. She lightly shook her head and said, "Nothing's really good." Fiona felt disappointed. She asked, "Should I just buy a few?" Larissa said, "Don't waste your money." At that moment, an upset voice said, "Young lady, you don't know what you're saying. Our gemstones originated from the best mine of Gemaria. At least four of ten gemstones will increase in value!" It was a plump, middle-aged man, sporting a beer belly and a string of beads. He was looking at them with an unwelcoming gaze.