Gracewood Academy Novels & Stories

"Miss home. Miss family. Miss normal Sunday dinners and James's cooking and Grace's lectures and Mama's hugs. I miss all of it." "We miss you too," I said. "Every day. But we're okay. We're adjusting. We're proud. We're loving you from distance. Forever." Six months after Phoenix left, Grace graduated high school. Top of her class. Accepted to every university she applied to. Phoenix couldn't come home for graduation. Training schedule didn't allow it. He called instead. Watched through video. Cheered when Grace's name was called. "I'm sorry I can't be there," he said. "I wanted to be there. But training is intensive. I can't leave yet."

"I thought you did. We're neighbors. Talk about the most annoying thing to ever happen to me!" "Everything that happens to you is annoying," Mrs. Carter chided. "Quit talking and just eat your food." "Yeah, everything except Ella." "Yes, except Ella." "That's right." "Do you know why the Blackwoods are having brunch with Grace and her parents?” Mr Carter asked, and when Wendy didn’t reply, he added, "I heard Grace might be getting paired with one of the twins.” I raised a brow in confusion. “Paired?” “Yes, like engaged. Married. Stuff like that,” Mr. Carter explained, and I almost choked on my food.

The sun hung low over the bustling campus of Westbrook Academy, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawns and ivy-covered buildings. The academy was one of the most prestigious schools in the state, known for its rigorous academics, sprawling extracurriculars, and the diverse student body it attracted. Children of politicians, business tycoons, scholars, and creatives walked its hallowed halls, each carrying the weight of their family name and expectations.

Everyone gave Aurora a quizzical look of disbelief. “The Boundless Academy? Is it really the Boundless Academy? One of the five greatest institutions?” “Incredible! Most people would have struggled to even enroll into a standard Academy, yet here lady Greenwood had enrolled into the Boundless Academy.” “The Boundless Academy only accepts people of exceptional talent; lady Greenwood must be a prodigy!” “She’s both an angel and a devil!”

They came in and sat at the far corner of the room, I noticed almost every girl want to be friends with her, which I don’t understand. “ yea I known what you thinking, it happens every time she enters the school” someone said behind me. “ huh” looked at the girl behind me, the girl has a wavy honey brown hair, she smiled, “name is Bridget packer” “ huh mine Kate Griffin, well yea I was just wondering why everybody well most people let just say that went to friends with her, who is she, like did she run the school or I don’t understand”. She chuckled “ nah she is Killian cousin” “ sorry who” I was confused “ wait you don’t know Killian, well everybody known who he is, his family and other fam

"This is highly inconvenient. The High Council requires answers immediately." "The law is the law, Counselor," Alistair said firmly, standing up from his desk. He looked down at me, a strange, calculating expression in his eyes. "You are granted a seventy-two-hour grace period, Miss Linwood. You are excused from all practical elemental classes until Monday morning. But the moment those three days are up, you will stand in this office and print your signature on this stone. Is that understood?" "Yes, Headmaster," I said, standing up immediately. "Thank you."

It felt so real…the wolves… him… but it was just a dream, wasn’t it? I forced my attention to the window. And as I looked outside, my breath caught. “THE ASHWOOD ACADEMY” Ashwood Academy rose from the mist like a forgotten masterpiece, its weathered stone towers etched with centuries of history. The architecture was a marriage of gothic grandeur and timeless elegance, with intricate archways that framed soaring stained-glass windows, their jewel-toned hues casting dappled light across the cobbled courtyard. Ivy draped itself like silk over the aged walls, softening the fortress-like presence of the academy, while towering oak doors, engraved with ancient sigils, stood as a testament to its s

My god, is he sassy. “Giiiirllll,” Grace said, dragging out her words, “You look like sex of wheels. Ain’t no man going to reject you tonight. If I weren’t 100% peen, I would dive into your muffin right now.” My face went crimson; sometimes, Grace could be a little much. “Ugh, thanks, guys,” I responded, unsure if going out with them tonight was a good idea. I loved my little friend group, but I felt like my entire outlook on life would change after tonight.

She left for the kitchen. In the brief moment of stillness, James could hear the sounds of Karen grabbing a mug out of the cabinet and pouring coffee. Blakeney cleared his throat. “Well, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here.” “Yes, sir, I am.” “Thank you,” Blakeney said to Karen, taking the offered cup of coffee. “I’m the director for a preparatory academy called Mount Olympus. It’s located just outside of Washington D.C. in Alexandria, Virginia. The academy has been around for a long time and is steeped in tradition and academic excellence. One of the benefits of my job is being able to talk to prospective students. Now, normally this would take place in my office, as most students are ap

The first thing that I noticed was that a welcome back banner was hung outside of the academy. Crestwood Academy was the largest of the six academies in the country. There were a little over a thousand students that attended last year for grades ninth through twelfth. I bid Matteo farewell until lunch. Jade and I made our way over to the Junior hall. She was chatting about her excitement for this year. I might not share the same excitement, but I made sure to keep that buried deep down. Just like any good Alpha, I was a master of controlling my emotions. None of them would slip without my approval.