October Academy Novels & Stories

the young girl said and walked towards table seventeen where Jordan and all his friends sat. “Ten years ago, the Oscar family decided that it was time to build something that would continue their legacy from generation to generation, they built this great institution. Oscar Academy, the home of the supernatural, the best place to grow in power and discipline, today we celebrate the tenth anniversary of this great institution” Wendy said, paused and looked at all the face a of students, teachers and parents that filled the hall. “Let's raise our glasses, to many more anniversaries, power and magic, cheers” Wendy said smiling beautifully.

The sky was a bit bright, even though the moon wasn’t a full one. “October rush has started”, Eka mumbled while looking at me with a large grin. “What is October Rush?” “You know, after the new students get admitted in September, the older students in 200 Level and upwards start ‘grabbing’ them in October. Since they’re mostly novices, Daddies’ girls and newly independent, they’re easy to woo and seduce”. I marvelled at Eka’s explanation, and began to possess some feelings of guilt due to Bussy’s number I had collected some minutes ago..

There was no other way to survive under this roof, under their watch. And then, life moved on, as it always did. It was officially the first day of the new school term. Fullmore Academy was the top werewolf academy in the packs, known for its comprehensive program for young wolves. Now that Olive and I were eighteen, we were both eligible to attend. Of course, everyone thought I was just the maid. “This is the quad, where you’ll likely spend most of your time in between classes,” Caspar said, spreading one arm wide as he walked alongside Olive. “Over there is the library. It’s open until midnight.”

Standing right in front of her were the massive, towering iron gates of Velmora Academy. Suddenly, a strange, violent shiver ran straight down her spine. The air here felt incredibly, unnaturally cold, biting right through her thin jacket. She looked up at the center of the iron gates, where the dark, elegant crest of Velmora Academy was proudly displayed. Adjusting her black-framed glasses, Elara looked around the vast entrance. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Why is there not a single person here? The entire area was dead silent. There were no students hanging around, no cars, and no welcoming committees. The grand stone arches of the academy loomed in the evening shadows like a giant, sle

"Just once. Show the new kids that alphas have feelings too." "Alphas have one feeling. Dominance." Marcus laughs like I'm joking. I'm not joking. I've spent the last seven years making sure everyone at Blood Moon Academy understands exactly what I am and exactly what happens if they challenge me. Smiling would undermine all of that work. The gates swing open and the first batch of arrivals start filtering through. New students are always the same type. Nervous humans with one supernatural parent, looking for answers. Vampires who move like they're calculating the distance to every exit. Younger shifters who still think being at an elite academy means they're special.

Suddenly, the lights around us went out, leaving only the stage illuminated. An elderly man stood there, his features sharp, and his eyes a steady red. His voice was deep as he said: “I am Principal James Cashmable. Welcome, new students, to Warster Kailey Academy, the grand academy that unites the three kinds: vampires, demons, and ghouls. Here, you are all equal. No one is above another.” He paused for a moment, then continued: “I wish you the best experiences and happiness here at the Academy of the Nation.”

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

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I had only caught glimpses of the school and its inhabitants, and my previous experiences with Briar and Liam had left me anxious. As we walked down the grand staircase, I couldn’t help but notice the intricate details of the architecture. High ceilings adorned with magical motifs, large windows that seemed to glow with their own light, and artwork that pulsed with a life of its own created an atmosphere that felt both enchanted and intimidating. “Windamere Academy is unlike any other school,” my uncle began, guiding me through the spacious foyer. “It’s not just a place for learning; it’s a sanctuary for beings like us. You’ll find all kinds of species here, each with their own unique abilit

I pull a hoodie over my head and follow her down the hall to the headmaster’s office with a heavy sigh. The Academy has four floors and his office is on the top which normally wouldn’t be a problem except I have to walk up two flights of stairs to get there instead of just flying a few meters. There is a large space in the center of each floor that allows angels to simply fly between them. I miss my wings terribly and my heart pangs at seeing the others fly around. I desperately try to look away but my gaze keeps moving back to the flying students as we walk up the stairs. I sigh when a wall blocks them from view and forces me to turn my attention to Julie in front of me.