Slytherin Dormitory Novels & Stories

We showed our acceptance letter of Sapphire Academy to her. " 199 and 203. Your room numbers," she said and gave a key without even looking at us again. Jacen and Noah got the same room. I don't know how will be my roommate. The lady told us the last tower in the castle is where the dorm rooms located. Reaching the dorm room is like walking for the whole eternity. There's an assembly for first-year students after finding our room. Iam eager to meet new friends and Victoria Hate. She's the witch Queen. She looks so kind in the photos, I want to know her in real. I opened my door to my dorm room '203'. Suddenly someone fell down on the floor when I entered.

“Fuck off Lyra, you can’t tell me what to do.” “Look, you can move your stuff, or I can get Declan. My mate.” Her icy demeanour cracked, her partial eyebrows raised upwards. “Your what?” “My mate. Now move.” She paused, not even blinking for a second as she took in the news. Resetting herself she inhaled sharply and then turned her back to me, scooping up a pile of silk gowns out of her wardrobe. “Viktors dorm is…” “First room on Corridor Six.”

After a welcome ceremony by the staff and teachers of the school, June and the other students went to their respective dormitory. It is located in the Murray building next to the faculty room. It is divided into two sections, one is for girls and the other way is for the boys. June silently observed the dorm while walking together with his colleagues. They haven’t known each other yet and he doesn’t have a plan to be friendly with them. Meanwhile, Kanaye who is busy talking to the other guys looked at the stairs while walking. He can’t stop being amused by how sturdy the materials used on building the whole floors are.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

The rooms sme‌lled faintly of‍ wo⁠od polish and leather, a‌ mix of old money and something w⁠ilder un⁠derneath, a faint tan⁠g, almost metallic, that I couldn’t place‌. Finn led me to my room, war‌ni‌ng about showe⁠rs, bathroom schedules, and the dangers of Dorm 3. “Most schola⁠rship students neve‌r make i‌t here,” he muttered. “The‌y’r‍e eas‌ie‌r to m‍an‍age in the ba‌ck dorms. D⁠orm 3? L⁠eg⁠acy⁠ territory, old familie‌s and sons of shifters, sons of wolves t‍hings humans don’t expect‍. Yo⁠u’l⁠l see.” The warning hit ha‍rder t⁠han any lecture.‌ Shif‌ters? Wolves?

Hating that he couldn't walk me to my door. They turned left toward the Faculty Wing. I turned right. Walking alone into the lion's den. Dormitory B was a massive, brutalist slab of concrete and iron. As I stepped through the double doors, the smell hit me like a physical wall. Hormones. Cheap body spray. Damp fur. Aggression. It was the scent of a thousand apex predators packed into a shoebox, all vying for dominance. My throat closed up. The chatter in the hallway died instantly.

Its silhouette is gutted by time and weather. Isolde stood beside him, coat pulled tight, her expression unreadable. “You okay?” she asked softly. “No,” he answered. “But I remember everything.” Penelope joined them at the back entrance, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, flashlight clipped to her belt. “Place gives me the creeps,” she muttered. “Even before we open secret orphan crypts.” Dorian led them inside. The smell was still the same: bleach and rot and chalk dust. The dormitory hall was intact, just darker. Narrow metal-frame beds lined the walls, tiny lockers still bearing initials from long-gone boys. Dorian’s eyes scanned for one in particular.

My new friend introduced herself as Sara, also from a small unknown pack. "Aurora Roy," a porter called my name, and I stepped forward. "Lily Lodge, room 300," she said, handing me a sleek silver access card. I muttered a quick thank you before heading to the towering building ahead. --- Lily Lodge Inside, Twilight Academy impressed even more. The ceiling stretched high above, massive chandeliers casting warm light over polished marble floors. Wooden paneling and enormous windows highlighted the grandeur. A massive Twilight Academy crest hung at the center, giving the place a regal feel.

When the headmaster finally dismissed us, I grabbed my suitcase and fled. The dormitory was called Moonshadow Hall. It was smaller than the main building, older, tucked behind a grove of birch trees that glowed white in the darkness. The windows were narrow, the stone walls covered in moss, and the door groaned when I pushed it open like it was complaining about having to let me in. My room was on the third floor. Number 317. I climbed the stairs—no elevator, of course—and fumbled with the key until the lock clicked open.

he announced, and he typed a rapid sequence into the keypad to unlock the door. Sector Four was the mixed-tier dorm Darian had warned me about in the car, and it was notorious for housing the most unstable, violent students on campus. "You can't put me in there with zero magic, they will kill me by morning!" I argued, and real panic finally bled into my voice. Malakar turned around fully, and a predatory, chilling smile spread across his flawless face as the metal door hissed open behind him. "They will certainly try to kill you," Malakar agreed smoothly, and he stepped out into the bright hallway.