The Book Academy Novels & Stories

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.

Otherwise, he’s always ignored my existence each time he passed through the academy. I blink back my tears before picking up my wet books and leave the bathroom, heading outside. The academy is located in the center of the werewolf packs in our world. Shifters from the Southern, Eastern, Western and Northern and Central packs all attend this academy which was built by the Alpha King. Smaller packs have their own academy since it would be far for them but outstanding students get scholarships to come to the Alpha King’s academy. I look around and can’t find a perfect hiding place, so I walk into the woods and find a tall tree that’s not too leafy and has sun rays illuminating through the spac

I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

Beyond the gate lies a winding path that would lead them through the academy's central courtyard. "Fancy…" Emily whispered in awe. It was the first time she had ever seen a school. Jacob never gave her a chance to study at a normal werewolf school in the past. Seeing the academy made her heart pound in excitement. "If there are places I could tell sparked my interest, one of them is the academy," Laura told her with a smile. "Perhaps I’m an old soul, but I really love the smell of the books in the library. It’s quite addicting and refreshing at the same time. Are you ready to meet the students?"

A few days had passed in a blur of ritual and repetition, the sharp edges of that morning in the library worn smooth by the steady rhythm of routine. The Academy, in all its gothic precision, had a way of lulling one into submission—its silence polished, its corridors always cold, its order ironclad. No one had suspected anything. Not the professors, not the Council Not even Atlas, And ingrid, whose sharp tongue and sharper instincts had been oddly quiet of late, as though even she had grown tired of peeling back every curtain in search of secrets.

One of the many things Acadia Academy prides itself on is the magnificence and efficiency of its main library. Like the rest of the gothic structure, it’s lavish and extravagant in its architecture. Stained glass windows floor to ceiling that let in a stream of dimmed natural light. Bookshelves three storey high with a spiraling wooden staircase and railings of carved bronze. The pillars are made of ivory, the ceiling vaulted, the floor made of reflective brown tiles shiny enough to be a light source of its own. The whole library is massive, whimsical and enchanting; something straight out of a fairytale. The smell of old and new books alike mix with the smell of polish, leather, and varnish

Issa pushed open the heavy doors, revealing the academy’s library, and I had to stop and catch my breath. The room seemed to stretch on endlessly, a labyrinth of towering shelves lined with thousands of books, scrolls, and manuscripts. The scent of old parchment and rich leather filled the air, mingling with the faint hint of candle wax from the flickering chandeliers hanging above us. Shadows danced along the walls, creating an atmosphere of mystery that seemed to breathe, alive and ancient. “This is…” I struggled for words, my eyes wide as I took it all in. “This is incredible.” Issa’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Every book ever written on our kind, on magic, on the ancient world… i

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.