Life Is Strange Blackwell Academy Novels & Stories

I was never going to get used to calling her by that name when I’ve known her for so long as Rachel. From Levi’s expression, I knew that’s what this was about. “They had no grounds to hold her,” Taylor said, shaking his head. “She was an accessory to Levi and his best spy, but she didn’t do any actual crime other than lying.” “So, she’s been released.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” he replied. “But that’s not all. Lila is a Blackwell.” My heart stopped. “What?” Blackwell… I hadn’t heard that name in years. They had been quiet for several years, nearly falling off the face of the earth. Besides my family, they were the most well-known families in the world.

Theon whispered when Milo snatched his phone and got busy “What’s wrong? You still look very worried” I sighed and pulled him away from the bed “When I entered the room, two nurses were in here. They were acting suspicious and they had a file with Milo’s name on it” Theon frowned, not yet getting what I was hinting at “And the file was suspicious?” “Yes. There was special case written on it. Don’t you think that’s off? When I pushed, they said it was because he was a Blackwell” Theon’s frown disappeared “That’s possible. People always act like being a Blackwell means you are a God. It’a normal, Elle”

What a strange guy! ***

The academy loomed in the distance, its tall spires and grand archways filling me with a sense of wonder and awe. As I disembarked from the train, I couldn't help but notice the strange looks and whispers from the other passengers. It was as if they knew something I didn't, and the unease I had felt on the train began to resurface. I made my way to the entrance of the academy, my nerves and excitement growing with each step. As I approached the grand doors, they suddenly swung open, revealing a figure dressed in a long black cloak. "Welcome to Madland," the figure said in a deep, ominous voice. "You have been chosen to join our ranks."

This princess is about to have a total meltdown. "No joke. Just relax and give it a few minutes. The doors will open," I say nonchalantly like this is an everyday occurrence, but the fact is this is normal for this place. "What the hell are you talking about? Open the fucking doors," she yells at me, her voice echoing off the walls. "I don't have anything to do with the doors, sweetheart. You're just going to have to chill out." "Are you kidding me? I'm stuck in a stairwell with some rank stranger and you want me to chill out?" She pulls out her phone, I assume in an effort to call someone to come get her.

When they got to the airport, he unloaded her luggage and stood in front of her waiting to be dismissed. "I don't even know you anymore. You're just that creepy stranger I met at my husband's wake." She said quietly. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. "You never really knew me, I'm your Stranger Danger, remember?” He told her, as she blinked up at him. “I'll call you to set up the next project. Goodbye, Ellen."

He was in the middle of cooking when he heard a thud. His eyes went to Terah's bedroom. Three strangers wearing black hoods were at the door. Zachary turned off the stove and left the kitchen. Then he charged at the intruders.

Not my type of setting. This place isn’t for me, I don’t know how I got myself in this trouble anyways. Finally out of his sight. I took in a deep breath and held my grounds. I looked up to the name of the school written boldly on the wall. Stray-ford Academy. But I wasn’t a stray. I was a Saint. My name is Lila Black. I am seventeen years and from Saint Town, was actually. I never knew my parents , I am an orphan but not a stray. You must be wondering how I got here so let me take you back to how it all started.

he held a pen that dripped black ink onto the floor. Every drop erased a piece of the library. The stranger spoke only one sentence. "You've learned how stories begin..." He lifted the black pen. "...now let me show you..." "...how they truly end." The stranger raised the black pen. A single drop of ink fell onto the marble floor. The instant it touched the stone... an entire shelf disappeared. Not broken. Not burned. It simply ceased to exist. Every title upon it vanished as though those stories had never been imagined. The little girl stepped backward.