Yokai Academy Novels & Stories

I pressed my hand against the pounding in my temple, reminding myself not to raise my voice. "As long as you're here, I'm responsible for you. Everything you do, every word, every action, falls on me. So whether you like it or not, I am your keeper and you will do what I say!" "It was only a beginner’s class." "It was hand to hand. You're a weapons girl." "Which is exactly why I should've joined in!" Ouch. Yelling again. Don't do that. Aaron sighed. "You're not one of us Fayle and this isn't your future. You're gonna get out of here, find your brother and go back to the Walled Cities. Leave the broken skulls to those with nothing else better to do."

Riku & Aki – September 11, 2029 → present The moment the Sky Court surrendered, Riku and Aki looked at each other, nodded once, and vanished with a crate stamped “EMERGENCY SAKE – DO NOT OPEN UNTIL THE WORLD IS SAVED.” They opened it mid-teleport. Now, somewhere between dimensions (exactly 0.7 seconds outside of normal time), the two oni brothers have opened the most illegal bar in existence. They call it Yokai’s Last Call. It’s a floating izakaya built from: - the wreckage of three Sky Court patrol ships - the front half of a Shinto shrine that got lost in 1832 - one very confused dragon’s hoard (the dragon is now the bouncer and loves the tips)

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

It’s said to cry only when the veil between worlds tears. I placed my hand on its cold iron. And triggered the academy’s fear with my powers. The sound wasn’t loud, but it was soul-breaking One note filled with fear broke through the air. Windows cracked, students screamed, and the Hearthstone flared gold in alarm. Within seconds, the academy emptied. Students ran into the courtyards, professors shouting orders, healers dragging the weak ones. Morwen stumbled out of her tower, robe half-torn, hair wild, clutching the megaphone like a lifeline.

Lao and Yvere were on offense, making sure to fight back any enemies that pushed in for melee. The variety of the yokai complicated things. Kodama and komainu kept their distance, acting as a defensive line. While tsuchigumo and kitsune rushed in with the lycans. Fighting humanoid enemies in such large numbers would be difficult enough, but the various shapes of the yokai required different responses. The tsuchigumo would attempt to trap Lao and Yvere in webs while the kitsune would try to ignite the webs. Heinrich did his best blocking their attacks, his eyes constantly shifting to new targets.

The waves cascaded down my back, perfectly managed, a stark contrast to the hollow, dead-eyed girl who had crawled out of that grave. I was just passing the western courtyard when the atmosphere shifted. The birds stopped singing. The wind died. Then, a sound like tearing silk ripped through the silence, followed by a roar that shook the very foundations of Aetherion Academy. From the top of the perimeter wall, a nightmare lunged. It was a Bao-Feng, a ruthless Eastern feline-beast the size of a carriage, its fur the color of dried blood and its eyes burning like twin furnace-vents. According to the side book of SOHH: "Where the Mythical Creatures Roam," this wasn't a forest creature; it was

The reflection staring back at me isn’t my own. A massive, brown wolf, fur thick and wild, eyes glowing a searing, unnatural blue—just like they did when Luca marked me. My breath is a hurricane inside my chest, each inhale rattling against my ribs like a caged beast, but the sound of it is drowned out by the chaos erupting outside. The gym lights flicker, casting shadows that stretch and distort over the walls. Distant explosions thunder through the academy, the walls trembling with each impact. Screams—both human and werewolf—pierce the air, tangled with the primal howls of those who have already shifted, those who are fighting, those who are fleeing.

Both ignored me. A hush fell over the entire room. A slim, terrifyingly beautiful blonde woman walked onto the stage. Her power hit me like a slap in the face. Her eyes glowed. Her heels didn’t make a sound. Her voice cut through the air like glass when she spoke. “Welcome to Gravemire Academy.” No applause. No smiles. She continued. “This school is alive. It breathes. It sees. And if you disrespect it, it may decide to eat you.” I blinked.

Markus enjoyed being a doctor at the Academy, it had its own level for vampires, and there were animals to chase down for prey, with the added bonus of having human blood pulsing through the critters system, thanks to a transference spell perfected by the resident Yokai (Blood spirits). Vampires weren't ostracised here, instead, they were taught to explore their lesser-known abilities, like acrobatics, compulsion and glamour spells. They had a hoard of their own, headed by a passionate male professor named Baeden and life was good, thanks largely to Caroline and her werewolf husband John.

KAIDA I stood between realms, a fragile dam against a rising tide of spirits. Following the light radiating from each apparition within the estate, I anchored as many souls as I could, ushering them into the afterlife. My body felt like a hollow vessel; I could no longer feel the ground beneath my feet, yet I moved with desperate resolve. I had to protect my pups and my mates from the Gashadokuro’s impending assault. I could sense its birth—a dark, rhythmic pulsing that hammered against my skin.