Gracewood Academy Novels & Stories

Their smiles held a hint of smugness, a detail not lost on Frederick. It turned out to be a partnered dance challenge! He recalled Priscilla mentioning Grace's past struggles with studying. Her family hoped to cultivate a skill for their daughter and sent her to a prestigious dance school. Grace had demonstrated a natural talent for dancing until a scandalous affair with a male teacher led to her expulsion.

After finishing her meal, Leanor dismissed Alice and Raina, and walked out of the hall. She stopped at the Academy back gate, enveloped by towering trees and vibrant shrubs. Sighing, she settled on the grass, absentmindedly picking up stones and hurling them into the bush. Her mind wandered back to her days in middle school and then back at Gifted Academy. Gifted Academy, a world- famed institution for werewolves. The hostel is a sturdy, stone building located within the school grounds, surrounded by dense forests. The entrance features a large, iron gate with moon-shaped engravings.

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

“Anyways, meet my mum, Willow.” “Willow,” the blonde, blue-eyed beauty appraises me with those haunting eyes of hers. Even her voice sounds pretty. “Aiden has mentioned you to me. It’s nice to finally meet you.” “Nice to meet you too Mrs. Spencer.” “Please, call me Grace.” “Grace.” I grip her arms as she kisses my cheeks. “Willow,” Spencer continues conversationally. “I heard from your school’s dean that you’d involved your father in the case against my son.”

The academy also prepared them for their future roles as Lunas. "Oh.. yes... I also met Grace. She said I can ask her anything if I need help." The moment Grace's name left her lips, I felt my shoulders tense. "Umm... good," I muttered. An awkward silence settled over the table. Father raised an eyebrow. "Are you two keeping in contact?" "No." I replied flatly. Grace was the daughter of the most powerful Alpha in the Summer Kingdom, second only to the King, my father. My father and Alpha Kael were close friends as well. So they had decided to turn that friendship into a family bond through marriage, the marriage between Grace and me.

It took three hours to drive to Silverwood Academy. Aurora watched the scenery shift from city to woodland while she sat in the back seat, leaning against the window. With their branches creating a canopy that filtered sunlight into golden bits, ancient trees crowded the road. It's lovely, she remarked softly. "It's safe," Lucien clarified. "For centuries, people have been spelling these words. The academy is only accessible to those who have been invited. The others simply keep driving in circles until they give up. I will therefore be safe there." We can make you as safe as possible.

Even the Greyhaven town was quiet that morning, the news of Henry at the Milan conference reached the town itself. The streets were still damp from the night’s rain, the old brick houses wore their faded paint with stubborn pride, and the whole place wet. And far away from the town, the Blackwood Academy stood like a memory carved in stone. Its ivy-clad walls whispered of generations of students who had walked through its halls, laughed in its classrooms, dreamed in its rooftops. It was here that Henry had once taken shelter, here that his mother Evelyn had found brief respite from the world’s cruelty, here that Principal Adrian had opened the doors to them without question.

Gracie finally looked up at Wendy, her expression patient in that frightening way, That was Gracie for you . “Relax. i will take care of him “ “He better adjust soon,” Wendy shot back, pacing now. “When is he going to boarding school? Because I can’t do any more of this. No. No, I can’t.” Gracie took a sip of her wine. “After thirty days.” Wendy froze. “Thirty days?” she repeated slowly. “He’s staying here for thirty days?” “Yes.” “That is too long!” Gracie looked at her with no emotion. “I made a bet with his mother.”

The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different. Grace sat at the long table while swirling the whiskey in her glass. The men around her spoke in hushed tones, but she caught every word. She had been raised in rooms like this. This was her world. But tonight, she knew something was different. "Have you heard?" a man to her left spoke in intrigue. "Adrian Blackwood is dead. Assassinated in Raeburn Asylum." A ripple of murmurs spread across the table. Some smirked, others leaned in wanting to join in the talk. Grace didn't react. She simply lifted her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip, pretending her heart hadn't just clenched at the mention of her cousin's name.

”You know I hate suspense, out with it already, this is torture. “Ace just accepted a game against the Gravehill Hockey players. This is going to be like the match of the century Sophie! And guess what?” Her entire body was vibrating with joy. “The school is requesting for five students from Greenwood Academy to collectively aid and study the hockey players during their training, monitoring and documenting their progress in preparation for the real match.”