Psychic Academy Nova Novels & Stories

Fat chance. Jenny dropped into the seat across the aisle from me, her followers filling the rows around us. "So, Blackwood," she said conversationally, "what's your plan? Seduce some desperate omega who can't do better? Or are you hoping to servant your way into a better life?" I kept my eyes on the window. "I don't have a plan." "Of course you don't. People like you never do. You just stumble through life, hoping someone takes pity on you." She leaned closer. "But here's some free advice: Crimson Moon Academy isn't about pity. It's about power. And you? You have none."

"The academy's ward situation improved significantly last semester." "After the formal ownership transfer," I said. "After my name went on the deed." I looked at the table. "Which is public record. Any supernatural with access to pack registry would know the academy is now under a Nexus owner. If you're looking for somewhere the old operation can't reach you—" "This is exactly where you'd come," Luca finished. "Yes." "So she might be running," Theo said. "Or she might be watching," Adrian said. "For whoever is still running the remnants of Vivienne's operation."

“I had to learn it from someone who refused to let my love be about holding power.” “She made me choose something harder.” “To hold her. Exactly as she was.” And that? Was the class. The lab was smaller than people expected. No white walls. No chrome. Just curved panels lined with memory mesh, chalkboards smudged with fluid circles, and walls full of pinned audio clips laughter, humming, breath before speech. Nova didn’t track feelings by name. She tracked activation points the moment when someone stopped filtering. She called them keys. Not sadness. Not hope.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” “Not at all.” My voice drops. “No leads. The academy claims they caught the one behind the mass broadcast, but it’s a lie. I’ve searched for months. Whoever they are, they’re ghosts.” I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “They would’ve been perfect for us.” Noroya hums thoughtfully. “Still sounds like a lie but I saw it through my familiars too. It didn’t add up-” She stops mid-sentence. A smell hits me, thick and sharp. Blood. And the pungent smell of chemicals underneath it. The stench of suffering.

“Charlie, I've emailed you these documents. If you could open it while everyone here is getting their copy you can follow along.” “Got it mom.” Jessica patiently waited for everyone to have a folder in front of them and look at the contents. “What is this?” Beta Finn looked confused and slightly horrified. “It's concrete proof along with written testimony from those who had overheard conversations including the first account I received from my daughter and her detailed log of rumors that have been floating around the academy.” Several growls erupted from the room Jessica and Jacobi weren't the only wolves that had children at the new moon academy. “Your children are safe. They have been usin

Panic rose inside her as she caught a glimpse of herself in a small pool of water nearby. “I’ve become a monster.” We are not monsters. The voice echoed clearly inside her mind. Nova’s head snapped up as she looked around the empty forest. “Who’s there?” she called. There was no one. The voice spoke again There is no need to look for me. I am with you. Nova let out a nervous laugh. “Great… now I’m hearing voices too. First I get kidnapped, then I fight Hollowfangs, and now I’ve officially lost my mind.”

…She must break… she must remember the lives she took from us… she must recall the weight of her betrayal… Lucian’s thoughts roar, a beastly growl echoing in the dark corners of my mind. …Push it back, Ayla… let it all out… A different voice echoes in the dark corners of my mind. I recognize it instantly. It belongs to Nova, the silver wolf. I listen to her, and in a moment sheer panic, I gather all the pain, all the screaming voices, the terrifying rage radiating off him, and I don’t try to stop it. I don’t try to hide from it. I grab it, and I push it backward. I don’t block it — I fling the entire force right back along the connection he built.

He was learning our defenses, mapping our weaknesses. Dawn brought Sophie's first message, delivered through a raven that burst into flame after speaking: "Arrived safely. Academy still stands. Nova is here. She's beautiful, Mona. She has your mother's smile." Relief flooded through me, but it was short-lived. The raven reformed from its ashes, speaking again: "Nova doesn't believe me. Thinks I'm playing an elaborate prank. The suppression herbs have worked too well—she can't feel her phoenix essence at all. And there's something else. Three faculty members vanished this week. The remaining teachers are terrified but won't say why."

The route back to the academy ran straight and clear through the highland roads: no traffic, no complications, the kind of clean exit that only happened when the planning had been thorough and the execution had been faster than anticipated. He looked in the mirror. Nova was in the back with Mira. Not holding her hand. Not performing comfortably. Just sitting beside her and talking to her in a low, steady voice, asking small, specific questions, keeping her present and grounded, and Mira was answering. Her voice was rough and exhausted, and she was answering every question, and with each answer something in the held quality of her posture came down a fraction. Nova knew what she was doing. Sh

Raven I'm sitting inside the library again, watching the rain pour down from the sky together with my pack. Glass windows display how heaven is opening up, allowing water to pour down. Hayden, Blake, and I are planning to visit another school to see if they have students that have gone missing. The problem is that outside Magic Academy's borders, all game is fair. Alina and Blake's old pack could attack us without consequences. Hayden is staring down at the map over the dark forest. His fingers are interlocked, making him resemble Mr. Burns from the Simpsons, a hot blonde version.