The Book Academy Novels & Stories

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.

she replied excitedly. She was a very talkative and bubbly girl, unlike me. She had turned eighteen just a few months ago, and since she was our little princess, we had all decided that she wouldn't attend the Royal Academy. As popular and prestigious as the Royal Academy was, I knew the truth about it, and I didn't want my little sister going there. In the end, she was enrolled in Luna Academy, an elite school exclusively for girls. Only daughters from Alpha, Beta, and Gamma families could attend. The academy also prepared them for their future roles as Lunas.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

I said, which was actually not far from the truth. “You shouldn’t have seen that” she wailed, “You’re going to keep getting yourself into trouble!” My eyes searched hers “I don’t understand, I read the…”I stopped almost mentioning the book and the secret library, I couldn’t tell anyone about that. “What exactly are they and is everyone in the academy like that? I know they’re the ones that bit you” I said all at once, needing to get this off my chest. She didn’t answer, just stared off in space and fiddled with her fingers.

Magic tightening like a net. He began to speak, chanting in an old tongue. But before the incantation could finish, the book burned. Flame shot up from the name — not wild, but deliberate. Purposeful. It didn’t destroy the page. It sealed it. The gold letters glowed red-hot before cooling into black glass. The Archivist stepped back, eyes wide. “The book has accepted her.” The woman Councilor snarled. “Then we’ll erase the page.” I stepped forward.

“Your next class is later after lunch. But please read that the book will only be lent until today. You’ll be having a quiz tomorrow. Good luck Iliadens. “ He turned around and went to the faculty room. I thought of going home to the dorm first and getting wet there. Rules 1. All students shall obey what the faculty must be say if don’t will be punished. 2. All students are required to eat in the dining hall every breakfast. If late and can’t come will be punished unless have a valid reasons. 3. All students shall control their traits and if abused will be thrown out of the academy. 4. Students can’t touch the restricted books in the library. I saw a note on the chin. Of course you can touch

Mane couldn’t help but wonder what kind of academy that was. “These old academies have a stringent rule when it comes to accepting Stakes” Ananse continued. “Stakes?” Mane sounded intrigued “Yes, Stakes. That is what God Academies call those that are invited to back the school from the shadows.” Indra answered “Oh I see. Please continue” Mane politely stated

"I've been trying to write this for six months and I keep starting over because there's no good way to say what I need to say without also saying things I'd rather tell you in person over bad coffee in the garage at midnight, which is where all our best conversations happened anyway. You probably have better coffee now. You were always going to do everything better than me eventually." My throat was doing something I was not going to acknowledge. "Here's what you need to know. The academy isn't just a school. You know this already — you're my daughter, you've always known when something had more layers than it showed. But the layers go deeper than pack politics and supernatural racing. The a

I saw fangs and claws and things that looked like they'd been designed specifically to hurt. "Then we take what we're owed by force." Morrigan's voice was still melodic, still cold. "The academy sits on our land. Built without permission, maintained without tribute, defended by stolen magic. If you refuse the bargain, we reclaim what's ours. Every student, every building, every stone soaked in three centuries of blood." "You'd kill everyone?" Elysia's voice came from my left. She'd appeared with Felix, her younger brother still pale and weak but standing. Her emerald eyes were hard. "Hundreds of people, just to collect a debt?"