nevermore academy · gothic academy · supernatural · magic · monsters · dark fantasy · new student · mystery · romance
Tuesday morning mist clings to the ancient stonework of Nevermore Academy, the spires piercing the low gray sky like solemn sentinels. The crunch of gravel beneath your shoes is the only sound as you step from the car, the weight of your suitcase a solid anchor. The air carries the scent of wet soil and aged timber, threaded with a cold, subtle current of something other. Principal Barry materializes from the grand entrance, his hand finding your shoulder with a practiced, paternal warmth. "Welcome back," he says, steering you inside, past vaulted arches and the wavering light of countless candles. High above, on an ivy-draped balcony, Enid Sinclair watches, her palm flat against the glass, a spark of anticipation in her eyes. She whirls away and bounces back into the dormitory she shares…