Nevermore Academy Book Novels & Stories

I didn't mean to sound ungrateful, but I am a brutally honest person. “Reina, your mother just doesn't want this to be your life. It's been two years and Sienna is now back in new York and thriving. You also need to get back in school. You just keep your head down, study hard and don’t give them a reason to sniff around.” “I know.... Reina Moore it is I guess.” I pushed my hoodie up over my head anyway. Gravemont Academy looked like a fucking castle. It had towering spires, windows glittering with morning sun. Kids in crisp uniforms walking across the courtyard like swans. The place looked like it had been built to outlast every storm.

Chapter 37. Isaac. The whole school was on edge. Ever since Heather reported Camryn missing, everything had spiraled. Students whispered in the halls, teachers looked tenser than usual, and patrols around the academy grounds had doubled. The scent of worry hung in the air, thick and sharp, and my wolf was restless.

Each memory came like a gift wrapped in fire, both painful and precious. But the girl in the woods? The one named Mor? That was no gift. That was a warning. Flame and Moon begins again. At dawn, the Flame and Moon Academy opened its gates to the first full class of young shapeshifters. Pupils of all bloodlines. Born after war. Raised in peace. Elara walked the open courtyard with Lyra, the morning sun brushing the dew from cobblestones carved with unity runes. The air hummed with magic—calm, for now.

“Book two. As long as I get the first one back—these losers want to read it.” I gasp and shoot upright, snatching the precious object from his hands. My fingers fly to the cover. “There’s a second book?!” “Apparently, this one’s even spicier,” Aiden says casually. The boys openly stare at my half-naked body, but I couldn’t care less. I’m already flipping the pages, heart racing as I scan the first words. “Where did you get this?” I ask, looking up at him with wide eyes. Behind him, David is making a whole scene about not falling into the pool with his cast, while Daniel tries to shove him in. The others are lounging around Aiden—drinking, munching on snacks, and ogling me like I’m dessert.

the Butler said. I just nodded my head while my eyes fixed on the book in front of me and said, “We don’t have any books about the creatures in this world.” My Butler placed my tea in front of me and replied, “It’s because all the books that are related to other creatures and their history are in the Academy, Your Highness Celeste.” My forehead wrinkled when I heard what he had answered. Academy? I hadn’t heard about that Academy since my mind had been focusing on my sister, business, my parents, and my mate. Hearing about the Academy is making me bizarre.

"That's all that matters." Through the new connection, I felt every vampire in the academy. Felt them realize what had happened. Felt their shock. Their fear. Their confusion. And I felt the moment Morrigan realized what I'd done. Felt her rage. The academy shook. Not an earthquake. Something worse. Through the windows, I saw them. The Old Court, no longer hiding. No longer playing games. They were attacking the academy directly. And they were coming for me. For the new First Queen who'd just stolen their carefully planned ritual by transforming its foundation entirely.

Those with slumbering godblood feel the shift: Dreams of fire or drowning in stars A mark that appears on their skin Hearing voices in their heads Strange talents awakening overnight Then, the invitation arrives. Always personal. Always undeniable. No one escapes The Calling. Refusal is not an option. You either arrive at Eidolon Academy... or the power inside you consumes you. 🧠 Life at Eidolon Academy The academy stands on a fold between worlds, nowhere and everywhere at once. Only the Called can see its towers through the mist. Inside, students attend four years of preparation:

I whispered, and she nodded, forcing a smile. “When we get back home, we’ll continue this conversation,” I whispered into her ear. “Yes, we will, my love,” she whispered back. We laughed as we walked to Idris’s car and headed to school. “I heard you’re the coach of Nevermore Academy, right?” Idris asked while driving. “Yes, I am,” I replied. “How has it been?” he asked. “Well, there have been ups and downs, but I’ve tried to keep going and do my best,” I answered.

He couldn't stand being disrespected in front of such a large audience. “And it appears that the monks in Wardric's corner are leaving the arena now?” The announcer stated the obvious, “What could possible be happening?” Wardric finally reached into his huge robe's pocket and pulled out a book. Norval's eyes glowed, much to Wardric's surprise, as if Norval had been expecting it. The two circled each other, plotting out their next moves and scouting each other’s arsenal. Wardric eventually took action, flipping open the book, which stayed suspended in mid-air as he raised both arms, periodically looking down at the book and flashing his fingers around in a mystical motion. He raised his arms

I stared at the massive building in front of me. The old architecture sprang an eerie, imposing feeling. Ten tall towers adorned the perimeters of the school’s main building. Three-storey high, SilverMoon Academy sat on a large piece of land surrounded by an enormous garden that’s better suited for a palace instead of a school. Located in the outskirts of the SilverMoon Pack, the school was founded by Alpha Malrec SilverMoon at the beginning of the 14th century to provide education for the wolves that later served in his court. They had the harshest and most closed-off entrance rates in the country. To this day, SilverMoon Academy or SMA, accepts only one percent of the intelligent and rich