Novel & Cerita Nevermore Academy Book

Zaria’s POV I looked at the building with its old bricks and ivy-covered front; the purple flag read "Moonveil Academy." The man in a suit gestured for me to enter. While I approached, I could hear the remote hum of voices sounding from inside, along with the faint ring of a bell in the halls beyond. The large doors seemed to be made of heavy wood, cool to the touch, and carved with dragon heads, wolves, and serpents. I experienced a weird jolt inside of me. Nerves.

I pushed it open, and inhaled the beautiful smell of books as I walked in. I wasted no time in searching through the shelves. The Fallout… The Source's History… The Nine Powers of The Dark Realm… Dark Realm Royal Academy… I paused at that last book, wondering what the academy was all about. I made a mental note to question Zeke about it later. But after twenty minutes of combing through the shelves, I was ready to give up. My mind suddenly jolted, and that warm celestial aura teased my powers. “Da-ji?” I called out softly, turning around.

With the type of students I've seen here, if any of them get their hands on these books, this academy will be razed down. If Roxie were here she'd want to read a bit of everything before she leaves. She loves gathering new information as though they were gold. ‎ ‎As I move deeper, the air gets colder and I can't help but feel anxious. What if something from underneath the shelves suddenly grabs my leg, trying to pull me into their world. This is a paranormal academy, anything can happen, especially in a restricted area. I tap my head, chiding myself. “Stop thinking of weird things Ivy. Think of flowers, the Ebon Testament, stealing candies from Roxie's secret stash, tripping Luciana in front

Sighing, I tugged on my sweater vest, straightening my skirt as I walked over to Leanne's dorm for a lift—she had a car, I didn't—and all students were headed to the ‘Nocthrax Ground’ today regardless of year, major, whatever. Tuesdays weren't for studying. No classes, no lectures. But training. It was a day where all students—Werewolves, vampires, Sorcerers, Succubus/Incubus, and Faes—got to train and strengthen their gifts or powers. The land on which Velmorne Academy stood was once a training ground before it was turned into a school as we supernaturals evolved and began to move amongst humans. History class never shut up about how, four hundred years ago, the Alpha King—Azrael's forefath

I wanted to tell the driver to stop, to let me out, to run back to my father and say, **Forget it, I’m not going** but the car kept moving. Evermoor Academy. The name felt heavy and scary. Every kid in our clan grew up hearing stories about it. Hidden in the mountains, kept secret by magic that no human could pass. Some called it a school for the Elites, others call it a fort. Some whispered it was a trap disguised as an opportunity.

I jab my elbow into his arm, and he twists his lips and looks away. "Hey," I say, "do you know about Hawthorn? About what it is?" Damon's face lights up. "I went there. That's ... Oh, no. You said you were looking for the coin to help ... You ..." He looks stricken. "What happened to Hawthorn?" "Silver Hunters happened." Alec folds his arms. Damon looks like he's about to collapse. "Oh my God." "They took over the school," I explain. "Killed a lot of people. We think there are survivors still, though. If we can get the coin, then we can help them."

As she stepped through the grand archway, the scent of aged wood and polished stone enveloped her, mingling with the faint aroma of something sweet wafting from the nearby courtyard. Inside, the hallways were bustling with students—vampires with their pale skin and sharp features, werewolves with their confident strides, and witches adorned in flowing robes, their laughter echoing off the walls. Charlie felt a pang of anxiety as she observed the groups forming, each one a tight-knit circle of friends. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, reminding herself that this was her chance to start anew. “Hey! You must be the new girl!” A voice broke through her thoughts, and Charlie turn

Mas better kung ready rin ako para do'n. The title of the book was 'Ιστορία de Ἀκαδημία'. Sounds weird, looks weird, but I somehow managed to read it. Its first page was about the founder. AND THE FOUNDER WAS: VIVIAN MORIANA!? What the fuck? I hurriedly went upstairs to my room to get the book my papa gave me. "VIAN! HUWAG TUMAKBO BAKA MADAPA KA!" Paalala ni lola. "Sorry po!"

“Draynon, what really happened? About the death of the Royal Family and apparent treason of the Galadon Knights and their being outlawed. There are all sorts of stories floating about and we are taught to hate the Galadon Knights from a young age. We are told stories about you to scare children into minding their manners. Eat your greens or the Galadon Knights will come a gobble you up, they say. Some tales even insist that the Katrall family must be despised also. How much of that is true?” Draynon grunted. “Most of what you hear is little more than fairy tales. I’ve heard some of the stories. They get the dates about right but little else.” He reached into a draw and pulled out a

“What news?” “Go to Kael. Now. Don’t ask questions.” “Mum…” She hung up. I looked at Eva. “Turn on the TV.” Eva grabbed the remote. The screen lit up… and my world tilted. Ashmoor Academy was a nightmare of smoke and flame. Students ran through the courtyard, faces streaked with soot and terror. Firefighters struggled helplessly as the roof collapsed in a shower of sparks. My chest tightened. “Kael…” “Diana…” Eva started, but I was already reaching through the bond.