Nevermore Academy Book Novels & Stories

I don't owe you any explanations. Sebastian staggered, his gaze on me one of sheer bewilderment, his earlier pretense gone. In an almost over-the-top display, he acted as if he just snapped back to reality. He tenderly took my hands, his voice dripping with affection, "Elena, you're still so stunning in a wedding dress. Are you trying to give us another shot?" As he tried to draw me closer, I pulled away, my voice laced with sarcasm, "Cut the act. I know all about you and Rosa's little amnesia plot. I heard every word."

"Is this a romantic rendezvous or a study session?" We both jumped. Cornelius had appeared on our table, his stone wings folded primly behind him. "Study session," I said quickly, yanking my hand away from Kieran's. "Good. Because this library is not a hookup spot for hormonal supernaturals." The gargoyle fixed us with a stern glare. "Now start reading. Actually reading. I can tell the difference." My cheeks burned as I looked down at the book I'd grabbed. It was thick and leather-bound, with pages that felt ancient under my fingers. The cover read "Nocturne Academy Graduating Class of 1995."

NOVA I didn't sleep well. That's what happens when you try to live a life that isn't yours and survive in a den of monsters. But I haven't forgotten the main reason that brought me to the academy. And that's why I'd sneaked into the library a few minutes ago. It's almost seven a.m. Therefore, I have to be quick about this. My fingers skim along the books on the shelf in the Ceremony and Culture section, and finally, I find a red book. It's titled "The Red Moon Tournament."

I don't know why he doesn't attack, if in the past he protected me. "Don't wish for the necromancer to help you. Necromancers can never attack me for they are under the darkness which is my blood and my power. You'll meet your death, mortal girl," Margarett said with a smile and her tongue My eyes widened when his tongue suddenly turned into a snake ready to peck at me. My nervousness was uncontrollable and I just closed my eyes when the snake bit me on the neck.

THE SAINT OF RAVENSHIRE BOOK 2 Intro; At Ravenshire Academy, wealth is power, reputation is currency and secrets are worth more than gold. Nova Bennett knows she doesn’t belong, As one of the academy’s few scholarship students, she has spent years navigating a world of designer uniforms, old-money dynasties, and classmates who treat her presence like a clerical error. Her plan has always been simple though: survive graduation, keeping her scholarship, and escaping Ravenshire forever.

“Let's keep on walking,” Harold said to Wilkes briefly. Like nothing had happened, they both began walking to the Generals Building. They walked alongside scores of students headed in the same direction but even as they did, they knew they only had each other. The other students were as good as foes. “Do you think he saw me with Max?” He asked as they rounded a corner that showed the Generals Building afar off. Beside it were the special building for werewolves like Harold, Vampires like Wilkes and enchanters like Trisha.

my mother said, "don't call me Mom again." The room went quiet. I drew a breath and nodded. "Okay." They all relaxed. They thought I had finally been pushed back into place. I went to my room and pulled out my old leather design sketchbook. Bianca called craft pointless, and Luca told me to learn casino accounting instead, so I spent years studying shell companies, contracts, ledgers, and clean ways to move dirty money. I worked hard, but no one truly saw me. They only saw that I was not Bianca. For more than twenty years, I had been shoved into a life that never belonged to me.

His smirk widened, but before he could respond, the woman at the front tapped one finger against the podium. Silence settled instantly. “Orientation is not optional,” she said. “Survival rarely is. Waycross Academy operates under rules older than most of your bloodlines and less forgiving than your families. You will learn them. You will obey them. You will not mistake lack of explanation for lack of consequence.” Amelia opened her folder. A sheet waited inside, covered in numbered rules written in dark red ink. The first line read: Do not enter sealed halls after the third bell. The second:

she screamed jerking awake, sounds of things breaking — she heard muffled sounds, her mom rushed towards her shaking her trying to get her back. “Ava, Ava” she tapped. She jerked full awake “yes mom” she turned to take in the sight of her room. “Mom I'm..sorry”. Her mom sighed rubbing her temples “Ava you can't keep going on like this, we need to get you to the nevermore academy before the bad guys get to you”. “No mom” she protested standing up “I'll clean this up”. Her mom watched her silently as she picked up a trash bag. *Grate what I'm I going to do she's getting out of control*.

Maelik said. “I know.” “That alone is enough to make half the Dominion think the academy is on fire.” “It nearly was.” Maelik’s gaze slid toward him. “I heard.” Of course, he had. Nothing truly stayed contained at Blood Oath Academy, least of all a summoning gone wrong in the central ritual chamber. Theron kept his eyes on the grounds below. “Then you know I had other priorities.” Maelik was silent for a moment. Then, “The girl.” not a question. Theron’s jaw tightened. “Her name is Virelle.”