Darkacademia Stories

Meet Raven Sinclair. Raven had been neglected her whole childhood with an absent mom and abusive father, it's expected. Due to fortunate events, she's able to get out of her horrible household with her sister. They are put up for adoption, but are separated. Raven is adopted by a rich man by the East Coast, but when introduced to her new family, her new sister and mother don't accept her and see her as a threat, an intruder. But it doesn't stop her from living her life. Raven's mission is to find her sister, make sure her father is never able to get free, and get justice for other people. Her dream is to become a senior partner at her father's company, Ellis & Moore. She needs to prove herself to be the best of the best and the smartest in the crowd. And she always had been until one person stepped in her way. Reed Kingston. Rich, athletic, handsome, cocky, and smart. They've always been rivals and argued at every turn, but as the tension between them grows it becomes too hard to ignore.

At 3:00 AM, the newsroom belongs to the predators. Investigative producer Elena Vance lives on cold coffee, adrenaline, and an obsession with the stories others are too afraid to touch. Her current fixation: a string of bloodless deaths among Manhattan's tech elite that the government is aggressively burying. When the network appoints Julian Vance as the new Chief Legal Counsel, Elena expects a corporate suit sent to kill her story. Instead, she gets an enigma. Devastatingly sharp, chillingly poised, and radiating a dangerous, magnetic authority, Julian commands every room he enters. He also possesses a deathly cold touch, a missing pulse, and a strange habit of only appearing after dark. The chemistry between them is immediate, volatile, and toxic. But as their secret, late-night affair deepens, the investigation turns into a living nightmare. The whistleblowers Elena tracks aren't being murdered by a serial killer. They are being harvested. Vampirism isn't a gothic myth it's the ultimate form of venture capitalism, and an ancient cabal has quietly bought up the world's media and infrastructure. Worst of all? Julian isn't trying to stop Elena from uncovering the truth. He's using her to eliminate his corporate rivals. Locked in a glass newsroom at midnight, Elena realizes the terrifying reality: she isn't just sleeping with the enemy. She's completely at the mercy of the apex predator.

(A Tainted Souls Bonus Story) Everyone at Ashbourne Academy knows Phu and Nya. One is dependable, patient, and always quietly looking after everyone else. The other is gentle, thoughtful, and somehow knows exactly how to make even the hardest days feel a little lighter. From shared umbrellas and homemade lunches to late-night study sessions and the smallest acts of kindness, neither of them notices when friendship slowly becomes something far more precious. While prophecies, ancient bloodlines, and hidden wars continue beyond the academy walls, this is simply the story of two hearts discovering that sometimes... love isn't found in grand gestures-it's hidden in the little moments that make life feel like home. Set during the events of Ashbourne Chronicles I, this canon bonus story follows Phubodin Srisuk and Kanyarat Chantarat's off-screen journey. While the main story belongs to Krit and Rin... this time... it's Phu and Nya's turn to remind you that the sweetest love stories are often the quietest. 💚

**The Museum of Unfinished Goodbyes** There is a museum in Edinburgh unlike any other. No paintings. No sculptures. No priceless treasures. Only forgotten objects-an old key, a faded photograph, a wedding ring, letters never sent-each carrying a goodbye that was never spoken. When museum curator **Eleanor Hayes** receives a mysterious artifact with no owner and a message meant only for her, she finds herself drawn into a decades-old mystery alongside **Callum Fraser**, the architect restoring the museum's oldest wing. Some stories were buried. Some promises were never broken. And some goodbyes... were never meant to stay unfinished. As the past begins to whisper through the museum's walls, Eleanor and Callum must uncover the truth before history repeats itself. Because every object has a story. And one of them is waiting to be finished.

Vivian and Harry have always been different, no matter if their surroundings consisted of wizards or muggles. They thought they would always have one another, but after the sorting hat puts Vivian in Slytherin, their paths diverge. While Harry finds solace in the golden trio, Vivian sees her rivalry with the one and only Draco Malfoy turning into something... more.

Bridget Kyteler pasó años creyendo que la magia nunca sería suya. Criada lejos del mundo mágico tras ser considerada una squib, aprendió a vivir como una señorita en un mundo muggle... hasta que, demasiado tarde, su poder despierta y la obliga a entrar a Hogwarts como alumna de quinto año. Ahora deberá ponerse al día con una educación mágica que nunca recibió, enfrentarse al peso de un linaje de sangre pura que no sabe si quiere reclamar y aprender a controlar una magia antigua tan poderosa como impredecible. Pero Hogwarts también traerá algo que Bridget no esperaba: amistades peligrosas, lealtades frágiles y un romance que no nace del instante, sino de la tensión, la cercanía y todo aquello que ninguno de los dos está listo para nombrar. Porque algunas cosas arden lentamente. Y otras tienen el poder de arrasarlo todo.

Welcome back to The Reality or The Dream. The first book asked whether dreams could become reality. This one asks what happens when reality refuses to follow the future.

We spend our whole lives begging strangers to handle us with gentle hands. We write grand rules for how we want to be loved, yet we never stop to ask the only thing that actually matters: "When was the last time you were gentle with yourself?" This is not a story about finding your other half. It is a sharp, surgical look at the quiet execution we mistake for romance: the decision to carve away your own landscape just to purchase an hour of quiet in someone else's shadow. Stop starving yourself to feed a stone.

The first notebook page appears without warning. No name. No explanation. Just one sentence that shouldn't exist. At Blackwood Academy, perfection is everything. Adrian Mercer has built his entire life around it. Luca Bennett has spent years avoiding it. When a series of anonymous pages begins surfacing across campus, the school's two biggest rivals are forced into an investigation that neither of them wanted-and neither of them can walk away from. Every clue points to a story Blackwood has spent years trying to erase. Every answer raises a more dangerous question. And the closer Adrian and Luca get to the truth, the more they begin to wonder if they're solving a mystery... ...or becoming part of one. 🍂 Slow-Burn BL • Academic Rivals • Dark Academia • Mystery

Anna never asked for the ability to relive someone else's memories. She never asked for the nightmares that came with it either. When a scholarship letter from a school she's never heard about lands at her doorstep, she's thrown into a world of secrets, hidden messages and magic. A torn page from her mother's old journal surfaces years after her disappearance and Anna is pulled into a world she was never meant to find - one guarded by Ravenscroft Academy, hunted by a secretive organization known as the Concord, and marked by a passphrase her mother left behind: Sanguis aperit. With Adam, Sage, Marcus, and Priya at her side, Anna starts piecing together the truth her mother tried to bury. But every memory she uncovers raises more questions than it answers - about her mother, about the Concord, and about a power called Mnemosynia that may be more dangerous than anyone let her believe. Some doors were sealed for a reason. Anna's about to open one anyway.

Elena Therese Lim-Co is the perfect daughter of a powerful dynasty Academie Sainte-Cecile-educated, impeccably groomed, and bound by a jade pendant that monitors her every stress response. But beneath the silk qipaos and champagne receptions lies a gilded prison where daughters are traded like futures contracts and love is just another line item in the family ledger. When Elena enters Veritas International University on the Dragon Track, an elite program for Asia's dynastic heirs. She discovers that her sponsorship comes with strings attached: calorie audits, arranged courtships, and a "Face Index" that quantifies her marriageability. Everything changes when she meets Mira Dela Cruz, a fiery artist and senator's daughter who sees through the facade. Together, they uncover the Shadow Exchange-a centuries-old system where families trade daughters as collateral for political and financial deals. As Elena's family tightens their grip, she must choose: remain a prized asset in the golden cage, or burn it all down. *DISCLAIMER* This is fictional so please do not follow the actions of the characters, especially if it's something that needs consent.

🦢 "Whalesoul dreamin', flying in the deep blue world Ocean mist, engulf my moving monumental body To the rhythm of your waves, hypnotized, Lyrical movements tickle heartbeats beneath my feet..." 🦢 Assalamualaikum (peace be upon you). This is a collection of my poetry: from freestyle poems and prose to ballads, sonnets, hymns and anything connected to poetry that emerges from the depths of my soul. Clean, raw words and pure emotions I pen and document. This is a safe space for you, dear reader. Rest your heart here. I hope you love your stay here and spending time with my poetry. I hope they make you feel and seen and heard. Because you are. Copyright © @Lonerwolf135 2019. All rights reserved. No part of this book can be reproduced, published, downloaded or transferred without my permission in any form by any means on any website, otherwise, the consequences will be severe.

Sixteen-year-old Elara Vale has always believed that every mystery has an answer. At Astralis Academy-the most prestigious school in the world-her curiosity has always been her greatest strength. Until she begins dreaming of an older version of herself. A warning. A golden key. A forbidden book. And a realm that history insists never existed. When Elara discovers evidence that the Seventh Realm was deliberately erased from history, she can't resist searching for the truth. But the deeper she investigates, the more she realises that someone-or something-has been waiting for her to find it. And some questions were never meant to be answered. Because the truth isn't hidden from Elara. It's waiting for her.

Montrose Institute doesn't accept applications. It finds you. Hera just wanted wifi and a nap. Miles just wanted 200 followers. Valkyrie just wanted her card to go through. Julian just wanted his socks to match, for once. Sylvie just wanted to bake in peace. Instead, they got one exploded baking exhibition, a 100+ year old cereal box with an attitude problem (his name is Jake, he's rude, don't ask), and five brand new suspects in a police interrogation before any of them even started high school. Magic is real. Nobody consented to this. And the cereal box is judging you specifically. Montrose was never really a school. It's a countdown - and it's been ticking since long before they walked in.

Eight strangers. One isolated estate. One impossible murder. Every guest was invited for a reason. Every guest is hiding something. When a body is discovered inside a room that was locked from the inside, suspicion spreads faster than fear. The detective hides evidence. The journalist lies. The psychologist manipulates. The lawyer protects secrets. The surgeon cleans more than blood. The profiler never trusts the obvious. The artist notices what no one else sees. The hacker can erase a life with a few keystrokes. And the narrator... only tells you what she chooses to remember. The killer isn't the only one lying. Because in Ashridge Estate... information is more dangerous than murder.

Home isn't a house. It isn't even love, not really. I spent years testing every definition I was given, until I met someone I couldn't explain with data, only with poetry.

🖤🏫 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 🔐🌙 🕯️ "𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅... 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏." 🗝️ 🏫 𝑾𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍... 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆... 🌫️ 📅 ✦ 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒐... ⏳ 🗓️ ✦ 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒐... 🌧️ 📜 ✦ 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆... 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒐... 🕰️ 💔 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓... 🚪 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑬 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆 🪜 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 🌑, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 🤫 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅... ⚠️ 👥 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆... 😨 🧪 𝑩𝒖𝒕... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆. 💀 📂 𝑨𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑬 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓

"You'd be a fool if you thought I spent all these years helping you not to follow you to the end" - [Harry Potter Book Two] [Golden Era] [Year Two]

The train never stops. The rails never end. And I didn't know that once I stepped aboard, I'd never step back off. I thought I was leaving my old life behind - the numbness, the quiet depression, the feeling that nothing I did mattered. Maybe I did leave it. But I didn't expect to trade it for something worse. Something alive. Something that watches. Fear wasn't supposed to follow me here. Purpose wasn't supposed to find me here. But both did. I didn't expect to feel anything on this train. Not hope. Not connection. Definitely not love. And yet... her. Kasumi. The hostess who moves like she's made of silence. The girl who never speaks unless she has to. The one who looks at passengers like she already knows how they'll die. The one who feels more trapped than any of us. I shouldn't have wanted to know her. But I did. Something about her pulled me in - the way she spoke only when she absolutely had to, the way she tried to never show a real emotion, the way she whispered warnings she wasn't supposed to say. And yet... it noticed. The woman who is partly a serpent, and entirely deranged. The creature who controls every inch of this train in ways no one understands. She needs things done a certain way. Her way. Always. When she gets what she wants, she feeds. When she doesn't, she devours. Now the lights flicker when I walk by. Doors breathe. Mirrors show things I shouldn't see. And every night at 8 PM, I lie still and pretend to sleep while something with a long neck slides through the ceiling, checking each bed, making sure we're asleep when we're supposed to be - searching for the one person I can't stop thinking about. I boarded this train to escape my life. I didn't know I was stepping into hers. I didn't know she was already claimed. I didn't know the rails were endless. But I know now. And I know one more thing: I'm not letting that thing take her from me.