Horror Academia Novels & Stories

Hailey said as she rushed to her dorm. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ..... FROST ACADEMY BY TREKONSI.

I’m too tired, my eyes are heavy, my head hurts, too tired to worry about every wall in my house feeling like it has eyes and ears. If I don’t feel safe in my house, where exactly would I feel safe? In this crazy, life-threatening city or in that cursed academy where my professor is a vamp, and my bully is a wolf? I feel like I should be mourning my sanity in advance, one more week in this hole, and I’ll be in a white room wearing a white gown, looking totally drained.

"See you in a few hours Uncle." "Take care, my child and please don't cause any trouble." "And you too." Nyxoria shouted as she walked out of the throne room and signal for a guard standing guard to ready her horse, penelope. ★★★ Academy of the Arcane: At the large Assembly Grounds of the Academy all students stood and were staring at the direction the principal of the Arcane stood there. The werewolves stood in their line, the witches, vampires, faires and so on did the same thing.

I loved my cousin, but I wasn’t dying for her comfort. I wasn’t dying for anyone. In Professor Alester’s lecture, I found myself unnervingly focused. And I wasn’t the only one. Students who used to roll their eyes at myths and legends now sat frozen, eyes locked on every word. And some faces were missing entirely. I didn’t need to guess why. They’d been collected. Tributes whose time ran out. And if they were gone... they probably hadn’t survived the transition. The horror of it all hit me like ice down my spine. I wasn’t in a school—I was in a holding pen. A silent sorting ground for the supernatural elite.

Hussein sank onto the sofa, his head bowed, lost in grief, while the house filled with a suffocating weight of uncertainty and dread of what was to come. Suddenly, Miranda rose, as if she could no longer bear the weight. She left her seat and walked to the door. She opened it and stepped out. Her steps were slow as she crossed the garden and paused beneath her bedroom window. There lay the lifeless body of the murdered demon, as if from another world. She shuddered slightly but composed herself. She turned and went to the gate. Her hands grasped a heavy axe. She plunged the blade into the soil and, with weary arms, began to dig a deep hole. She threw in the strange creature's bones and then

"End up in exile, like us. Or worse." After dinner, Miranda retreated to her bedroom and tried to focus on her correspondence coursework—advanced studies in supernatural history and magical theory that her father had arranged through his network of exiled scholars and reformed politicians. But her attention kept drifting to the disciplinary building visible through her window, wondering about the young man who'd arrived with such obvious pain and dignity. Somewhere in that stern Gothic structure, a student who might understand her isolation and her moral convictions was spending his first night at Moonrise Academy as a disciplinary case rather than a welcomed member of the academy community.

The one with bougainvillea curling around the ruins— Carl said it was forbidden. Complete darkness had fallen over the forest ground of Crestfall Academy and there was just something about that building that unnerved me. It was so bad that it sent a shiver rolling through me. I was sure that the place was haunted. Vampires were killed in that house and that could only mean one thing, their souls were still trapped in there. I mean, that could be the reason every student of the academy was told to steer clear of the building. And now those vampires were trying to lure me inside for revenge. They must have known that I had killed one of their kind and since there were chances that I was the on

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

Across Campus – The Nocturnal Biology Lab Damien Crowe stood in the dimly lit lab, surrounded by blood samples and glowing monitors. The 24-year-old graduate student and pure-blood vampire had been working late on his thesis about supernatural immune responses. His pale skin looked almost ghostly under the fluorescent lights, sharp cheekbones and crimson-flecked eyes giving him that dangerous elegance old bloodlines carried. His phone lit up with emergency alerts. Then the power flickered. A female scream tore through the hallway outside. Damien’s fangs lengthened instinctively. He moved like shadow, stepping into the corridor just in time to see a group of infected students — former classma