Horror Academia Novels & Stories

Over the next few days, the academy seemed to sink into paranoia. Students whispered in clusters, darting their eyes toward shadows as if monsters lurked in every darkened corner. Professors tried to keep classes going, but fear crept through the walls, impossible to scrub away. Sirens wailed at odd hours of the night. Patrols doubled. And yet, none of it felt like enough. I could still smell the other wolf. The scent lingered on the edges of campus, sharp and acrid, like metal twisted in fire. Sometimes it drifted past when I was least expecting it, in the library, the training yard, even the field of play.

[ALERT: LETHAL EVENT DETECTED] [LOCATION: EAST SUBLEVEL — RESTRICTED CORRIDOR] [STATUS: NON-ACCIDENTAL] Students paused mid-step. Wolves’ ears flattened. Vampires stiffened, blood humming uneasily. Faculty wards flared, late—but flared. Alpha was already moving. Not running. Not panicking. Just adjusting his route, feet carrying him closer without conscious thought. The east sublevel wasn’t meant for students. Old stone. Older seals. Corridors that predated the academy itself—built back when monsters taught monsters how to kill properly.

“The anomaly. The Devourer. The girl who thinks C-minus work on The Great Gatsby is acceptable. It wasn't, by the way. Your thesis was derivative.” I blinked. “We’re being hunted by time-traveling alien werewolves, and you’re grading my paper?” “I’m an academic, Ms. Night. Standards must be maintained even during the apocalypse.” He turned his gaze to Mira. “And you. The Interface.” Mira squeaked. “Hi. I hacked your toaster. Sorry.” “Fascinating,” Ajax muttered, standing up and shuffling toward us. “The dormant gene activation. I theorized it, but seeing it… marvelous.”

On top of the makeshift cake was a single, pink candle. One of the two students sitting by the table jumped up and held out a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he exclaimed, his eyes on my mark. A smile cracked on his lips, and he peered up to me. “It isn’t much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.” It took me a moment to recuperate from surprise before accepting the balloon and offering a smile. “Uh, thank you?” I glanced at Ariah. “What’s going on?”

I sniffled, rubbing the lonesome tear threatening to fall off her face. Instantly, Hilda held my hands in hers and warned with concern, “Kate, you can’t go to Umbra Academy. They’ll shred you alive over there.” “I know, Hilda. But there’s nothing I can do. My fate is sealed.” I said with defeat, lowering my head. Umbra Academy was a school for the elite of shifters and witches where they were taught how to rule and steer ahead in this power-hungry world. Although it seemed like a promising place, bullying and murder were often found to take place on its campus.

The thought of my sister Wilma being in some sort of trouble made me quicken my pace. During class hours, the grounds of Acadia Academy are empty, leaving one to appreciate the beauty and magnificence of its ancient architecture. All of it was like a lonely gothic castle; a very old, marvelous work of architecture that once used to be a cathedral –Dracula’s fortress if you may, just with the exception of the bats. There are pointed arches, stained glass windows, and ribbed vaulting in the commons room, the assembly room, the main library, the cafeteria, and the hallways. The outward structure boasted flying buttresses and gothic spires with two large stone gargoyles guarding the front gates.

He didn't care where he was going; he just wanted to get out of that place. Raia still couldn't believe what happened when he returned to his dormitory. He just witnessed a murder right in front of his eyes. And it wasn't just an ordinary murder; it was done by a ghoul—a fucking ghoul and a strong one who easily broke a head while crazily laughing at it. The next day was another day for classes, but Raia seemed to have lost all her enthusiasm to get out of bed. He stayed up the last night thinking about what he saw, and no matter how many times he tried to forget everything, it felt like a broken record in his mind.

By the day's end,New Orleans and some other cities Supernatural world had turned into a disaster. Cases of disappearance of Magic,Wolves scampering about and Vampires burning to death under the sun from their Daylights rings failure. The Academy was the only place which still managed to have a bit of sanity reserved. It was at least a bit better than the mornings were everything danced in the state of turmoil.