Scribbles Academy Novels & Stories

And I got shocked when I read what was written in the paper. 'Dear Miss Scott, We would like to invite you to enroll in Magisch Academy. You don't have to worry about the tuition fee or any expenses because everything is free in the academy. We will also give you a monthly allowance. And there's already a dormitory here so you don’t have to worry about where you will live during your stay here. It will be our pleasure if you will accept our invitation. If you already decided to accept our invitation then just fill-up the form below. There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here.

Alone at Blood Moon Academy is just alone with better architecture. What I'm not used to is the staring. They're subtle about it, most of them. Quick glances that slide away the moment I look up. Whispered conversations that stop just long enough to be obvious. But every supernatural in this room can feel my magical signature the same way I can feel theirs, and mine is wrong in a way that makes their instincts itch. I open my notebook and start reviewing my morning classes. Combat Theory. Supernatural History. Pack Dynamics and Modern Law. A full schedule with no partners, no study group, no assigned seat that isn't already surrounded by empty chairs. Draven's work is thorough. I'll give him

Angela has spent her entire life believing she’s human. Raised in an orphanage with no memory of her parents, she earns a rare academic scholarship to Eclipse Academy, a prestigious school where the world’s most powerful supernatural races learn to control their gifts. Surrounded by dragons, wolves, vampires, witches, fairies, and fae, she is convinced she’s the only ordinary student on campus. But when a mysterious curse begins to awaken, bringing with it unbearable pain and impossible abilities, Angela discovers her entire life has been built on a lie. Hunted for a bloodline she never knew she possessed and forced into the path of Xavier Blackwood, the arrogant Dragon Prince she can’t stan

(Natalie's POV) The gentle pressure of the brush between my fingers still felt slightly awkward. My hand had nearly healed from the kidnapping incident, but I couldn't paint for long periods without discomfort crawling up my arm. I focused on the canvas before me, carefully mixing colors on my palette. The private studio at the New Zealand Academy of Art was quiet today, allowing me to concentrate on my graduation project. The sudden "click-clack" of high heels echoed from the corridor, growing louder with each passing second. I didn't need to turn around to identify the owner of those footsteps.

"Today marks the beginning of an incredible journey. Here, you'll discover the magic of art and the endless possibilities it holds." One of the students, a teenager named Lily, raised her hand hesitantly. "I've never been to an art academy before. Will I be good enough?" Sister Claire knelt down, placing a reassuring hand on Lily's shoulder. "Every artist starts somewhere, and this academy is a place to grow and learn. Remember, it's not about being 'good enough,' but about embracing your unique perspective and expressing yourself." Over the weeks that followed, the academy buzzed with creativity. From painting and sculpting to photography and digital art, the students explored a wide range

Because hell or high water—he was done wondering. He wanted truth. Even if it burned. Shadows and Sketches Liora sat alone in her East Wing studio, the room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of black candles. Shadows danced along the walls like living ink, curling around half-finished canvases and sketchbooks strewn across the floor. The air smelled of charcoal, oil paint, and the faint metallic tang of her own frustration.

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

The Great Interdimensional Hide-and-Seek Tournament turned our garden from a sanctuary into a stadium. The Chaos Realm’s “Game Master,” which Lina had nicknamed “Scribble,” was a formidable, if infuriating, opponent. It played by the letter of our hastily invented rules, but its imagination was… unconstrained by things like “physics” or “good taste.” Finding the acorn-noir had taken us three hours and required Kael to build a micro-empathy scanner tuned to “gumshoe melancholy.” We’d won the first point. Scribble had taken its loss with the grace of a supernova, immediately demanding a rematch.

They came in and sat at the far corner of the room, I noticed almost every girl want to be friends with her, which I don’t understand. “ yea I known what you thinking, it happens every time she enters the school” someone said behind me. “ huh” looked at the girl behind me, the girl has a wavy honey brown hair, she smiled, “name is Bridget packer” “ huh mine Kate Griffin, well yea I was just wondering why everybody well most people let just say that went to friends with her, who is she, like did she run the school or I don’t understand”. She chuckled “ nah she is Killian cousin” “ sorry who” I was confused “ wait you don’t know Killian, well everybody known who he is, his family and other fam