The Book Academy Novels & Stories

NOVA I didn't sleep well. That's what happens when you try to live a life that isn't yours and survive in a den of monsters. But I haven't forgotten the main reason that brought me to the academy. And that's why I'd sneaked into the library a few minutes ago. It's almost seven a.m. Therefore, I have to be quick about this. My fingers skim along the books on the shelf in the Ceremony and Culture section, and finally, I find a red book. It's titled "The Red Moon Tournament."

“The bloodline awakens… she must choose… the shadows hunger…” Evelyn staggered back, stumbling into a shelf. A book fell to the ground with a thud, breaking the spell. The shimmer vanished. Silence returned. She clutched the book, heart racing, mind reeling. The academy wasn’t just hiding secrets. It was alive. And it was watching her. Footsteps again. This time closer. Deliberate. Heavy. She spun to see a figure in the doorway: Ava. Her eyes were sharp, assessing, and for the first time Evelyn realized the full weight of Ava’s warning.

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.

On the table was a stack of books I recognized from the Supernatural Academy. “We have those books here in the library already,” I said. “You didn’t need to bring her copies.” “It seems like you need the books more than she does if you’ve already forgotten that she has to have the most up-to-date version to be in compliance with the current Council’s standards,” Dagon said. “You said you were here to inform Miss Graves of her arrangements?” I glared at her and turned to Lucy. She didn’t look at me. Her hands clenched around the cup.

The Academy was the safest place for her. The academy? Draven laughed. Isn’t that where all the rogue, unruly, goddess-forsaken girls go? But she had someone who watched over her. The academy, renowned for its strict training and protective environment, serves as a sanctuary for rogue girls, shielding them from the dangers that lurk in our world. It balanced discipline with safeguarding, essential for those who needed to learn. Now we need to focus on more important matters—the company. I need to bury myself in work to forget what just happened.

They both awkwardly stood there looking at each other "um.. do you have any books regarding the academy.. I would like to know how the entrance test works," "Yes I certainly do! There have been so many kids asking for this. But I was reluctant to part with it. I somehow had a feeling you see," he excitedly ran inside the store and climbed up the ladder to reach for the top shelf. His tiny hands were reaching for the green hardbound book that was wedged between so many rotting books. Wren stood up and held him take down the book. "is this it?" "yes that's the one. Young master do you want me to part a few of my knowledge about the Rene or the exams first," the man hesitantly whispered.

The academy had always believed itself untouchable. Neutral ground. Sacred ground. A bridge between realms. Its towers pierced the sky in elegant spires of white stone and silver glass. Defensive wards shimmering faintly across its perimeter, ancient enchantments designed to repel invasions. They had always been prepared for riots, or so they thought. For rogue factions. For political pressure. They had not prepared for Aldric. The academy’s full title was known formally as the Academy of Concordance Between Realms a name so long it was rarely spoken outside treaties. It had an history of raising most promising Weres and lycans

The lady swayed the floating book in front of her and stared directly at him, "Once again, you did not make an effort to be back at the palace on time. You were involved in a death case, and even though you were proven innocent, you are now under the Academia's radar which is undesirable for both of us in every possible ways. When all's said and done, this is the sanction you and I have agreed to execute should you commit any type of misconduct, am I being understood?" "Y-Yes,” he surrendered. "Here it is . . read this page now — without putting those books down, if you’d be so kind.” Her newly opened book turned into Tristan’s sweaty and fatigued face. “This is a compilation of unsolved mys

The white walls illuminate under the sunlight falling through the glass windows beside two humongous beds that stand a few inches apart in the middle of the room. "Wow! This is something." Tessa says. We are used to luxury but I expected Hogwarts architecture when coming to this Academy. I walk towards the seating area on the left-hand side of the room, which has a huge modern fireplace and two big couches and a centre table in front of it. A red book lies on the centre table, the front cover embossed with a golden crest that bears a moon and a wand drawn on it. The Academy emblem. "Found the rulebook," I say.