Timeless Academia Ao3 Novels & Stories

"Through everything." "I know." Adrian looked at them, the dark shapes still visible beneath the white. "Lyanna made something. Without planning to." "She does that," Cassian said. "We all do, probably," Adrian said. "Make permanent things without knowing." He looked at Cassian. "You've been writing for twenty-three years. That's permanent." "It's notebooks," Cassian said.

Blood oozes out in thick ribbons. Emma touched Aiden. She seduced him. Did he touch her? Did he get turned on? Does he fantasise about her now? The glass is nearly buried in my flesh. I’ve gone too far—but the high is so sweet, almost euphoric. There’s blood everywhere. It’s grotesque, and yet… beautiful. Real. Alive. It's something true in this world. Something that belongs to me. Then the door opens. “Ombra, why are you not in—”

“It was wrong with my mum. Not in a thousand years will I ever believe that she deserved to be mated to the beat-up alcoholic who ejaculated his disgusting sperm into her and I was the result.” Okay… She releases a pent up breath, kicking a small stone off into the side of the bushes and slumping her shoulders as we walk as if simply saying that had dropped an invisible heavy weight on her shoulders. “And who else in Acadia’s year three do you think might be aro-ace? Absolutely no one.” “You’re not sure of that. Jimmy Beiber might be.”

"Not as the university defines it. Not as any text defines it. This is something new." "This is the future, Tecno-Magic!" I replied, and led him toward the library where books organized themselves and knowledge could be accessed through voice command. The shelves shifted as we entered, tomes rearranging themselves into configurations that matched our interests. Aurel's section filled with mathematical treatises and arcane engineering texts that had never existed in the university's archives. Zephina's corner darkened, shadows pooling in welcome. Dalilah's shelf displayed volumes on crystal photography and light manipulation that made her camera click with frantic energy.

I slipped out of bed, needing the oblivion of caffeine and a moment to piece together the incredibly reckless, unbelievably satisfying night I’d just had with a complete stranger I’d met at O’Malley’s after far too many vodka sodas following my disastrous breakup. Padding into his minimalist living room, my eyes landed on a framed photo on the sleek, dark bookshelf. Him. Looking impossibly distinguished in some kind of formal academic robe, his hand clasped with the university president. Below it, a small, silver plaque read: “Draco Thorne, Head of Literature Department.”

“So someone powerful is betting big on this.” “Very big.” “Because they think it will work?” Marcus paused. “Or because they know something we don’t.” Alex felt the familiar chill creeping back into her chest. “What about Dr. Helena Cray?” she asked. “Interesting woman,” Marcus replied. “She’s been publishing papers on genetic arrhythmia treatments for fifteen years. But she joined Anthropic only eighteen months ago.” Alex’s mind raced. “Eighteen months.” That was just before the custody battle began. “Marcus,” she said quietly.

I got a strange dream after drifting back to sleep. I saw the sorceress Shadow talking cryptic crap again, standing on a sand dune. The frames were shifting too soon and I was holding on to every word she said. "Timewarp allows anomalies. You meet people you are not meant to. And sometimes you meet them earlier than you should. The sooner you tell your husband about your truth, the better. Ease him into it, now!" A strong wind blew and she was vanishing into the desert soil.

Time Cross Academy's principal was a fearsome woman, as the archmage of the time rift who held power over an entire academy that didn't get destroyed in a dimension crack, nobody wanted to offend her. On top of that, Time Cross Academy was known for one other thing apart from its superior education. For clans and countries who are looking for potential marriage partners for their children, it was the perfect place to be. Testimonials have said that while the methods were weird, the results were fantastic. 10/10 would recommend sending their children there to find a potential mate if the family has no problems against receiving a male bride or offering a male bride. Amanda Lucifer guarantees

Kayo (grinning): “Smells like ozone, old blood, and… tuition waivers.” Rowan steps forward, eyes wide behind cracked glasses. Rowan: “This is Cahokia Prime. The real one. The one the mortals never found. The university city of the mythic age.” He points to a massive stone arch rising from the dunes. Carved across it in letters that hurt to read: AERIE ACADEMY Est. Before the Sky Had Rules Below it, smaller script shifts languages every heartbeat:

Her heart throb crazily as she tried to deny the possibility, but then she saw a piece of paper on another spot. She swallowed nervously and walked towards it and when she picked it up, its reads: “YOU ENJOYED LAST NIGHT? Well, I thought it will be easy to leave after just one night but I realized it's impossible to let you moan another man’s name. Since I fucked you, then I have to be the only one who will continue doing that to you.” Ariana chuckled, then bit her lips as she read the last words. “Wait for me, My Lady Judge. I will be back in a year. I promise.”