Woodlyn Academy Novels & Stories

I sniffled, rubbing the lonesome tear threatening to fall off her face. Instantly, Hilda held my hands in hers and warned with concern, “Kate, you can’t go to Umbra Academy. They’ll shred you alive over there.” “I know, Hilda. But there’s nothing I can do. My fate is sealed.” I said with defeat, lowering my head. Umbra Academy was a school for the elite of shifters and witches where they were taught how to rule and steer ahead in this power-hungry world. Although it seemed like a promising place, bullying and murder were often found to take place on its campus.

"This isn't only about learning to control your fire, Sera. It's about surviving long enough to matter. There are records, somewhere in this academy, that still remember her true name. If we could find them, you'd understand your own power far better than I can teach you in a practice yard." "Where would we even look." Oren glanced toward the old stone tower rising at the far edge of the academy grounds, dark windows, ivy climbing the walls in places that hadn't been trimmed in years. "The restricted library," he said quietly. "Which is exactly as dangerous to enter as it sounds, and exactly where we're going to have to go if you want the truth instead of a lesson."

The red-eyed vampire from before stepped forward slightly, his gaze locked onto her mark with something dangerously close to fascination. The golden-eyed wolf didn’t move, but his stare intensified. Virelle felt it like a physical weight “What is this place?” she pressed, her voice tightening despite her effort to stay composed. The man’s attention returned to her face. “You are in Blood Oath Academy,” he said, the words settled into the air like a verdict. “A place,” he continued, “where those chosen by blood are trained, controlled… and, if necessary, eliminated.” Virelle’s breath hitched. “I’m not supposed to be here,” she said immediately. “You said it yourself, I wasn’t meant to be summ

****** **** ***** ***** ** Yale’s University ** “Cynthia Wilmer was a student of this school truly” the secretary began her well prepared explanation to the officers. “She was admitted in 2023 and she actually dropped out in her mid – year courses in 2025, since then she has not return to collect her mid – courses result nor return for re – admission” “Is that all you’ve got for us?” Bobby stared at her awkwardly as he asked. “That’s all I think you may need,” The secretary replied.

Aunt Violet gave mom a curious look. “I know, but he’s being stubborn, and he won’t budge.” “Bella, tell them what college you want to go to,” Mom said as she gave me a smirk. “Moonlight Academy,” “That’s a great school. It’s top-rated, and it’s specifically for supernaturals.” Aunt Violet gave mom another curious look, and I watched her eyes get big as the location dawned on her. “Oh wait, isn’t that in Vermont,” “Yep, that’s the problem,” Mom said with a smirk.

Jaden felt relieved at the sight of the Academy, some miles away as they continue driving. The Academy was so big, with different ancient buildings in it. The name WAVA was inscribed on almost all the walls inside the Academy. Jaden was curious to know the meaning as he asked Williams from behind; "What's the meaning of WAVA dad?" Williams glance at him through the front mirror inside the car, and smile. "It Werewolves and Vampires Academy." "Wow, I never imagined a place like this could be in existence. It's beautiful, I already like it." Jaden said, happily.

The ground beneath our boots groaned. "They’re sealing the lower levels," Adrian hissed, increasing his pace. "The Council realizes we took Emily. They’re going to lock down the entire valley." We ran through the twisting tunnel, the incline slowly rising until a breath of fresh, freezing winter air hit my face. At the end of the corridor, a heavy iron grate was partially rusted open. Adrian kicked it completely off its hinges, and we stepped out into the dark, snowy woods bordering the academy grounds. The black lake stretched out before us, its dark water perfectly still under the moonlight. Parked near the dilapidated wooden boathouse was a sleek black sedan, its headlights turned off.

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

“The rules are simple: we can explore any castle, as long as we’re not students of umbra.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, does that mean I can sneak a peek inside your castles too?” Caleb chimed in with a grin. “Yh, of course.” “Come on,” Mina looped her arm through Seraphine’s. Wyverndale girl. Show us your new kingdom.” Seraphine smiled, feeling a little spark of pride. “Alright then. Let’s go.” The Wyverndale Wing stood at the easternmost edge of the academy, high and vast like a castle built into the clouds. The doors were carved from blue-crystal wood, etched with dragons and gusting winds.

Somehow… Those four words seemed to say everything I hadn’t known how to put into sentences. I looked at both of them. “So…” I clapped my hands together once. “What are we waiting for?” They both looked at me. “If your father mentioned someone who might know something…” I stood up. “Then let’s go find him.” The academy library was quieter than usual. Tall shelves stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, filled with thousands of books that smelled faintly of leather and old papers. We made our way toward the front desk. An older woman looked up from the ledger she was organizing. Round spectacles rested low on her nose. She smiled politely. “Good morning.”