Gremory Highschool Dxd Novels & Stories

Both ignored me. A hush fell over the entire room. A slim, terrifyingly beautiful blonde woman walked onto the stage. Her power hit me like a slap in the face. Her eyes glowed. Her heels didn’t make a sound. Her voice cut through the air like glass when she spoke. “Welcome to Gravemire Academy.” No applause. No smiles. She continued. “This school is alive. It breathes. It sees. And if you disrespect it, it may decide to eat you.” I blinked.

Chapter 36: A Crack in the Gate The self-defense gym smelled of sweat, rubber mats, and the faint metallic tang of old blood that never quite washed out of the walls. General Julian Bathory stood at the center of the open floor like a statue carved from war. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver hair cropped military-short, scars crisscrossing his face and forearms like a map of battles most students only read about. He’d fought beside Celeste Valentina Morau in the final Swarm rift—close enough to be called her friend, far enough to survive when so many didn’t. Today he was guest instructor, and the entire room felt smaller under his presence.

He adjusted his throat and started speaking. “Dear Dasis!” he said making Sahithi wince. “As the name suggests, you are servants of this house and the school when called upon to do so.” He looked at them all. “Before I tell you what is expected from you, let me introduce my colleagues and fellow housemasters for the Dasi House.” He turned towards a gaunt looking man on his right. “This gentleman is Professor Saindhav, Housemaster PG College.” The welcome applause was mainly from the male students. “This is Professor Keechaka, Housemaster Degree College.” The applause came from the degree students. Professor Keechaka looked at them with an evil glint in his eye that sent shivers down their sp

Chapter 43 Dante’s POV “We cannot just storm the place,” I said, leaning over the table with the map spread out between us, my finger tapping the building layout while Damson stood across from me with his jaw tight and his eyes hard like he was already halfway into a battlefield, “I know that is your instinct and believe me it is mine too but there are too many things we do not know and too many ways this can go wrong.” “She is my daughter,” Damson replied, his voice low but sharp, his hands pressing flat on the table as if holding himself back, “and I have men, resources, authority, I can pull strings you cannot and I can bring this place down in one night.”

I don't know what's interesting, but one thing Alice realized that Xander seemed to be looking for information from the book. "Ahhh, I thought so too!" Logan answered to relieve the awkwardness when Gordo, the student council president of the Highlight High School sat at the same table with them, increasing the number of stares at them. The article is, who doesn't know Gordo? The most wanted in their high school.

After last night’s nightmare, I was too raw, too hollowed out, to play their relentless games. My final class—Demonology—let out with a slow shuffle of boots and whispered spells. Students filed past me in clusters, their chatter a low hiss that barely touched the stone walls. I packed my satchel methodically: leather-bound grimoire, ink-stained quills, a vial of shadow-salt. My fingers trembled despite the measured movements. “Miss Gravelle.” Professor Malric’s voice cut through the emptying room like a blade sliding free of its sheath.

I look at him in awe, his smile and his dimples make me remember that of Eren's. “You got dimples too!” Eren says excitedly as he notices the guy’s dimples. “Mommy got dimples too.” He whispers to him, glancing at me. “But ours are more indent than hers.” He flatters himself, forking his fingers in his dimples. The guy chuckles and ruffles the soft dark hair of Eren. “Beautiful.” He mutters, his eyes strangely sparkling. “Look mom!” Eren cries out, jumping a little. “His eyes are the same colour as mine!”

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

His parting words echoed hauntingly, "Remember this day, Dax, for it shall be embedded in your memory until we meet again." Dax stood there, a mix of frustration and bewilderment swirling within him. He clutched his chest, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and confusion. He knew that the encounter with Damien marked the beginning of a dark chapter, one that would test his strength and resilience like never before.

He stood there, bruised and bloody and barely covered, but his expression was resolute. "We have each other," he repeated. "A witch, a vampire, a werewolf, and whatever Sam is—" "I'm awesome," Sam supplied. "That's what I am." Despite everything, I felt a smile tug at my lips. "We're a team," I said slowly. "A really messed up, barely functional team, but a team." "And teams work together," Skye said. "So let's work together. Becca, what do you know about prison realms from your mother's grimoire?"