Romantic Academia Novels & Stories

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

She raised her chin slightly with an arrogant expression. “Even if the person on the street doesn’t know he is your boyfriend, but he is still your boyfriend, so why is there a need to announce?” “I told you it’s not the same thing. It’s a sense of closeness and you walk in happiness. And this is also a popular sensual way of expressing we are a couple.” Arya said with contempt again. “Dr. Jack, how did you manage your three love affairs in the past?” Jack did not speak and only looked down at her hand.

My eyes sting, tears threatening to spill as I finally whisper, barely audible, “It… it was.” “Fuck no! She’s lying—it was not consensual. I told you, I manipulated her into kissing me—” Professor Lucien’s voice cracks with fury, his glare burning through me. I break completely. My chest caves as silent sobs shake me. I can’t bring myself to lie. Maybe the first time was, but the rest? It wasn’t. “Professor Lucien,” Nathaniel’s voice booms, “a romantic relationship with a student is against every code of conduct this institution upholds. For you to mastermind such behavior does nothing but drag the reputation of this esteemed college into the mud.”

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I shook my head to dispel any thoughts of Him, glancing at the pale band on my bare finger; I still felt naked without it. I guess you can’t have it all. Fighting to be taken seriously as a woman in academia had left little time to nurture my relationship. Late night pie dates had slowly given way to nights spent alone in cold research libraries. He’d stopped following me to my overseas conferences and I’d stopped paying attention to his personal training consortium. Slowly our horizontal – and vertical, and diagonal – training had dissipated too. But I still believed my college sweetheart was meant to be mine. Felicia had arrived around the same time I’d gotten sick. I huffed; fucking Felic

Something that reminded me of the void beneath Noir's classroom, the darkness that had swallowed stars and found them sweet. "Why cover for me?" The question came out sharper than intended. "You could have let her blame Zephina. Could have let the scandal fracture my alliances before they solidify. That's what a predator does. That's what you are." Riven smiled. Not the sharp-edged expression from before. Something almost human, almost sad, ancient in a face that had stopped aging centuries ago. "Because, little witch, you're the most interesting thing to happen to this Academia in two hundred years." He reached out, gloved fingers brushing a stray silver hair from my cheek.

he adds, almost as if he's handing down a legacy she should be proud of. Zuria takes the papers silently, the embossed emblem pressing into her fingertips like a brand. The parchment is thick and pristine, smelling faintly of ink and old money, carrying a formality that feels suffocating. It isn't an opportunity it's a sentence. An exile dressed up in ambition. The Academy has a reputation that borders on legend: a fortress for the gifted and the broken alike, its sprawling campus shrouded in mist and secrets, hidden away behind gates that seem to groan with the weight of the expectations they protect.

“I beg your pardon?” “You heard me. Who are you moving on with?” He took a step closer. “If you are planning to frolick with any man here in the academy, you had better perish those thoughts. Romantic relationships between males in MoonCrest is strictly forbidden. If you are caught…” his eyes darkened. “Trust me, you don't want to know what happens.” Okay, so he was threatening me now.

"Unfortunately, hearts are terrible tailors." We sit together in silence again. Then she squeezes my hand. "Is it him?" she asks. I hesitate. Then nod. "Yes." "The professor." "Yes." Ines exhales slowly. "Well, that is spectacularly inconvenient." I laugh despite myself. "You have no idea." "Oh, I do. I study tragic romance in literature. This is practically textbook." I groan. "Please don't compare my life to a doomed Victorian novel." "No promises." Her expression softens again. "Just be careful."

“You were ranking our professors based on who would survive The Hunger Games.” Noah considered that. “Which was accurate.” Eli laughed quietly before he could stop himself. The sound seemed to please Noah more than it should have. He looked over with that same soft expression he’d been wearing around Eli all week. Like he kept noticing something he still couldn’t fully believe belonged to him. Eli was getting dangerously attached to being looked at that way. They started down the main walkway slowly, shoulders brushing every few steps. The campus felt different at night. Softer somehow.