Dark Secrets Series

Dark Academy
Dark Secrets 1

I started writing this one on wattpad too (you'll find it now on widbook too). It was my second story and the one that I decided to concentrate the most and I've put it in priority. There is another one that belongs to my "priority list". I started writing it on November of 2012 and it's still ongoing. It has 6 chapters right now, soon chapter 7 will be up. It is my longest and biggest story. I think it will reach about 400 pages on a B4 book size. I have thought till now of three books for the series but I think there will be more. The second book will be called "Dark Past" and the third one "Dark Lovers".
This story is also the one that I am planning on sending to publishing agents.


A dark school with dark students.
A human girl with an unknown past.
Dark past.Dark lies.And dark secrets...

The story follows Beth Willow as she transfer to Dark Falls Academy for her last year of high school. The reason of this transfer is her dead grandmother's wish and order for Beth to get what her grand mother have left her in her will. The problem is that this school is for demons and witches and she cannot fit well because of her human nature...or she is not as human as she thinks?! The first book follows her adventure to discovering her family's dark secrets and her true nature. She is facing many problems and dangers. From pissed of demons as classmates to dead ghosts, evil wizards, dark spirits and dirty old demons, life could be so much easier if not so many people didn't want her dead or raped...

Chapter 1

I stood in front of the gate of Dark Falls Academy. The name was perfect for that place. It was dark, misty, cold and dangerous. It described perfect the whole place. You felt like something would come out from the bushes and eat you alive. It didn't seem like school though. I mean come on! Who would choose a name like that for a school?! And who would choose a place surrounded by the woods, full of graves and mist with old classic and baroque buildings for a high school?!
Seriously now,  grandma are you crazy?!
I took a deep breath; I fixed my backpack and started walking. A cold breeze of air messed my black hair and made me shiver. The mist was moving around me silently with grace like it wanted to protect me or drown me. I continued walking on the graveling road having fallen leaves dancing around my legs. As I stepped closer and closer to the main building I could see more and clearer of its surroundings. I could make little by little the baroque designs around the windows and doors frames. In front of the building there were marbling benches and big tables. There were rock pieces, that were two meters high, around the building that seemed to be the leftovers of an old high fence. And then there were the people.

"Hello Miss Willow"
"Hello Mr. Brown"
"Please have a seat" he motioned for me to sit in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. "I have called you here in order to discuss a few things about your grandmother's will".
"What do you mean? Is there any problem?" I asked him concerned and curious. He leaned in front and put his crossed hands on his desk. He seemed like he was thinking of what to tell me. He was about to speak but I cut him before he could."Why did you call me and not my mother? And why now?  My grandmother has passed away two years now. So what does it matter me too?" 
He opened his mouth to speak but he closed it again. I saw him frowned a little and then he spoke."It does matter you. You see...Your grandmother has left most of her will to you". I dropped my bag to the floor and my mouth was hanging opened.
"Miss Willow?" he seemed concerned and worried.
"B-but...Why? I mean, what about my mother? She-she is her daughter so she should get it all...I-I don't get it!" I lost it. Completely.
"I know. That's pretty rare. Please Miss Willow, calm down". He looked at me for the first time in the eyes while moving his hands in a defense move that showed he tried to make me relax.
"I thought that we had already taken care of that matter". I couldn't get it.
"Well, the truth is no. Your grandmother had mentioned that we should read it for the first time when you'd turn eighteen. She had her own reasons that not either I know. She didn't tell me anything and I'm sorry for the whole trouble" he had a sad look in his eyes. I didn't like it.
"About how much big the will is?" I asked while touching my forehead to calm my nerves.
"Well...Your mother has got two apartments, a small villa in California and a part of a marine company" .
I looked at him with wide eyes and opened mouth. Apartments? Villa? Marine company? What the-?
You gotta be kidding me!
"Miss?" he looked at me with raised eyebrow.
"Excuse me but...Apartments? A villa? A company? Seriously?" I looked at him with an hysteric look on my face and a raised eye brow.
"Y-yes miss. And that's your mother's part. Yours one is way much bigger!".
You are freaking kidding me! My grandmother was never that rich! The woman was living in a freaking ruined old classic building!
"I see..." I told calm while I was trying to calm down. That was too much for me to take it.
"But there is a condition for you" he said while he opened one of his folders.
"Condition? What kind of condition?" I'm sure I had a fool expression on my face then.
"Yes, there is a condition. She said that you'll have to attend Dark Falls Academy for your last year in high school". What? I looked at him with wide eyes and an expression that seemed like a monster had just stolen my teddy bear."Well...Let me explain you. Dark Falls Academy is a private high school. I couldn't find any information about this school. I manage to get in touch with the current headmaster but he didn't knew anything about that too. He found though a form which was filled eighteen years ago. Your grandmother had signed you up to this school since you were born. You'll have to attend this academy and you'll live in its dorms".
"She signed me up since I was born? How can this be possible? Isn't it illegal or something?"
"Well...I don't know exactly..." he was trying to find an answer. Nice lawyer. I'm so disappointed.
"Forget about it. Besides, I have already lost the first whole month. Is it possible for me to move there now? I don't think so"
"Actually, it is possible! As I said before, I talked with the headmaster and you're starting in two days!"

Here I am. Walking straight to my death! It's not the place that scares me. Ok, it is that too. But I can keep up with that one. What I can't keep up with is the people. It always was the people. It was always difficult for me to get along with others. I didn't even manage to get along with the students of my old school. Here it would not only be difficult but impossible. Not only are they going not to be friends with me, they won't even accept my very own existence.
I took a deep breath and tried to clear my Head. I had to calm down. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Or maybe not.
I kept walking to the building. The more close I was getting the more the number of eyes I was feeling on me increased. From where I was I could feel death glares of all the girls around me. They may be away but their eyes were showing their hatred. I passed near to some of the old fence's rock pieces. There were a few boys sitting on them while some others were sitting on the ground. They were laughing but as soon as I stepped close to them they stopped and glared at me. Everyone all around was stopping what they were doing and watched me. Every one's heads were moving along my way. Their glares followed my every move. There was one between those boys that was standing out. He was sitting on one or the big rock pieces and all the other boys where around him. He was gorgeous. Dead gorgeous. He had short black hair, his face was one of an angel and he wore black clothes just like most of the others here. I couldn't see anything else about him from where I was. While the others were looking me approaching only when I passed next to them he turned and face me. His eyes were dark; I would swear they were black. He looked at with hate and disgust.
I shivered again and moved my eyes down. I could still his glare on my back killing me. All the eyes were killing me. Slow and torturously.
"What a trash!" I heard a girl saying while passing by a bunch of girls who were sitting on the benches. I put my hand tight around my body. I was feeling cold and exposed, not wanted.
I finally made it to the building's entrance. While I stepped inside one boy get away from his friends and came towards me. He almost fell on me on purpose and hissed at me. Another bunch of girls started laughing from the stairs.
"Poor thing, look how scared she is" I heard another girl saying. Of course I'll be scared! You all wanna bite me!
I heard a new wave of laughs from the people around me. I moved faster and tried to find the headmaster's office.
"It's on the third floor in front of the dragon" I heard a female voice telling me from behind. I turned to face her but she was already away. I did saw though her black long dress and her black witch hat.
Uh? What? Never mind...
I turned back to the entrance to found the main stairs. There were no people anymore at the halls. There were nothing. Only me.
That's strange. I'd swear it was crowded a few minutes ago. I stepped the stairs watching the place around me. After I got to the third floor I started searching for the dragon. I turned my head to the right and then to the left. I was in a big hall but there weren't any dragon or any door neither a secretary's desk. I turned around and looked up then. There was a black sculptured medieval dragon. It's tail was connected with the beginning of the stairs.
She said in front of the dragon.
I don't see anything close to the dragon and behind me there is only a big painting. Where the hell is the damn door!
I heard someone clearing his throat, I turned around again and found an old man, somewhere his sixties, in a black suit.
"Hello young miss, how may I can help you?"
"Umm, I'm looking for the headmaster’s office..."
"Well then you have me. I'm the headmaster and you are in my office" he told me nodding with his head.
"Umm...Oh but...I don't see any office here...".He mention with his hand behind me. I turned around and face the painting again. It was a strange one that covered the whole wall up till up to the ceiling. The shades of the colors were all dark. There were no lights. It wasn't something happy but neither something sad, even though it had a negative and depressing mood, it was something neutral. It had a designed wooden door, and all around there were things such as furniture, foods, books, bowls and plates etc...I would say it was modern art with a dark touch.
"Yeah...that's a painting" I told him like it was something obvious, which was obvious and that was stupid.
"No, it's a door. A secret door" he answered me smiling.
And how the hell would I know it was a door!
He frowned immediately."Language little Miss!" he told me calmly.
But I didn't say anything!
"But I heard everything" he smiled at me again. "Follow me please" he nodded  me so and turned his back at me.
Does he have a two side personality?!
I heard him chuckle again, what the hell?!
He started walking towards the painting and the he pushed the door at the painting. I heard a metallic noise and the door's creek. He opened the door and stepped inside. I followed him inside.
 The office was the opposite of everything here. It was full of light. The wooden furniture may be dark brown or black but all the light that skipped from the giant windows behind the desk made the whole place amazing. From the door to the office there giant book shelves to the left and the right that created a dark mysterious hall which leaded in front of the desk. There was nothing to the desk's sides, there were only a few leather chairs. Everything made you feel something ethereal, something mystical. It was like you were in another century in the past. I felt like I was in a world of death and life, the middle world between earth and heaven.
"This room used to be a secret library back in the 1940.Of course this place is much older. The previously owner of this place was a rich scientist and literary. It was just a secret room till he came and turn into a place where he could read, study and experience in peace. It was a place where he could hide his treasures from the American Army. Unfortunately the Army killed him but they never found this place", I turned to face him. He had a proud expression on his face. He was watching me the whole time watching the place.
"After his death this place turned into a boarding school. The previously Headmaster found this place and turned it into the headmaster's office but he kept the peaceful feeling and everything the previous owner had here a it was".
"Um, you said 'the previously headmaster', so that means you’re the second headmaster that has pass from this school? I mean how many years did the previously one lived to be a headmaster here? I don't get it..." If the school was being operated since 1940 and had only two headmasters in that period of time then how old did they work here?
"I used to be one of his students. Then I became a professor and seventeen years ago I became Headmaster. I know about you. Your grandmother had made a convention with him. But unfortunately I have no idea why. They made it a year before he died and till yesterday no one knew about your coming. I talked with your family's lawyer. I didn't believe him at first but then I found some of the previous headmaster's papers and changed my mind. He wanted you to come for a reason. Your grandmother wanted you to come here. And here you are!" he moved both his hands towards my way.
Yeah. Whatever. I think I should leave.
"No, you'll have to stay! You may be different the deal is a deal and since both of them wanted you to study here you'll have to stay!" he seemed worried for me. I couldn't keep it anymore. I had to blurted out now!
"Can you read my mind? And what do you mean when you say different?".His eyes widen with shock.
"Well, umm....Yes, or no...Maybe...it's complicated"
Thanks for the help!
"I'm sorry but it's kind of difficult to explain it to you right now".
"You did it again!"
"I didn't-" he was stopped by a strange noise. A chuckle.
"You got a problem with the new student Headmaster?" I heard a dark, male voice saying. We both turned our heads the way the voice was coming.
"Seb what are you doing here?" the headmaster asked. I saw a dark figure coming towards us from the giant bookshelves. When he was a few meters away I looked at him and frozen! It was the boy who was sitting on the high broken wall. He looked at me with a disgusted look again.
Oh, no...Not again.
"Seb behave!" the headmaster snapped at him. The boy, Seb, turned his head and looked at him."What are you doing here Seb?" the headmaster asked him again.
"I thought I should pass by and meet the new student" he answered him smirking."Seb, I want the truth!".The boy exhale and turned his gaze at me again and then faced the headmaster again."Professor Mira send me here. She said you should punish me" he didn't smirk this time. Indeed he seemed sad.
"I see. Then I want you to take Beth to her room and then you'll go back to class".
I turned and faced him."How do you know my name?" while at the same time Seb said "Hell no!".We turned and faced each other.
"I know everything you know Beth Willow. Seb will show your room and we'll meet tomorrow after your classes to answer some of your questions. If you need anything you can ask your professors or come and see me. You know where to find me" he smiled at me with such joy in his eyes.
"No", and then Seb had to ruin the happy ending moment of my day. What's his problem seriously?!
I saw headmaster to turn his head at him and glared at him...for hours. It wasn't actually hours but their eyes movements and expressions made you to think that they were arguing in their minds.
"Fine" finally Seb snapped. He turned around and started walking."Her room is the empty one next to yours" the headmaster told him. Seb stopped walking and turned around."There is no empty room next to mine" he said with a dull tone in his voice.
"Yes there is. The locked one is Beth's since long ago. Here are the keys" he threw him large bunch of keys and Seb caught them in the air."And Seb. Behave!" he mentioned to him last.
"Follow me" he told me as he passed next to me. I looked the headmaster who nodded smiling at me to do so and I started walking behind him.
We got out of the main building and then we turned right. He started walking faster and I was trying to catch up on him with o big success. He then went towards a cemetery.
You've got to be kidding me!
I heard him chuckle."You coming?" he asked with a rather joyful voice that I didn't like it."Y-yeah" I started walking fast again. He had slowed down when I stopped but when I got closer to him he started walking even faster.
Oh god! What's his problem?! And why do we have to walk through the cemetery? I don't like it here...
He chuckled again and I swear if it wasn't for his good looks I would have killed him and buried him immediately. He continued his chuckling the whole time till we got out of the cemetery. I believe the reasons were my clumsiness, I almost fell many times, and my fear, when I stepped on a grave and I was terrified that the dead would come out and eat me.
Finally we made it outside of a big building. Actually it was a very, very big old mansion. It was even bigger than the main building that we were before. I must have been staying there starring with my mouth opened for lot of time 'cause Mr. Dark over there told me to close my mouth or else the dead might think I'm some kind of a zombie. Very clever! I just rolled up my eyes and continued following him. The mansion had three floors too, just like the main building. We got to the last floor and head to the east side of the building. While we were walking I decided to learn a few things for him.
"So...your name is Seb, where does it come from?"
Seb, Seberus...Severus Snape, yeah they look alike. They are both dark! Mwa ha ha ha ha...
I saw him frown, he stopped walking and turned around and faced me. He was now angry, I think...
"How dare you to compare me with a filthy human wizard from a freaking childish story such as Harry Potter!"
"Why? He is a great character! Even though he was a totally ass in the movies. I mean you look alike him but not on the outside. And how did you even knew I was thinking about that?!"
After hearing my comments he started laughing. Evilly. Yep, totally Snape!
He then turned around and continue walking fast. I rushed after him."Hey! You didn't answer my question!".He stopped again and faced me."What question?" he looked at me in the eyes while his own ones were full of anger and hatred."You know...About your real name..." I saw a small flash of pain in his eyes but he turned around again and I couldn't see his eyes anymore.
"Sebastian" I heard him murmured."What?" I asked him trying to catch what he said."I said Sebastian! My name is Sebastian, got it now?".My eyes popped out of my head. He was angry. Monsterous angry. I didn't even know why?
We made it to the end of the hallway. He stepped outside the last door. This one was different from the others. It seemed more artistic. It had more sculptured designs and many metal locks. He took out of his pocket the bunch of keys and started to try to unlock all those locks. I watched him carefully.
"Will you stop staring at me? It's annoying!".
"Sorry...Why do you have to be so mean?".
"I'm not mean", he just answered.
"Since the moment you saw me you were".
"Then maybe you are my reason". That was...awkward. And bad. That actually hurt and I don't even know why!
Then there was only silence...It was a very sad silence. He continued unlocking the door while I was looking to the ground. A few moments passed. A few moments full of silence and nothing else. Until he decided to change it.
"You don't belong here", he told me with a calm tone.
"I know", I answered him with a broken voice.
"You should leave immediately", he continued without looking at me.
"I can't". Which was the truth. I heard a metal click. He stopped unlocking the door and open it. He then turned around and started leaving. I watch his back while he was getting away.
"You are never gonna make it here Beth Willow. You don't belong here", and with those last words he got away leaving me speechless staring at his and ready for a cry marathon.

I shook my head to wake up my mind. I'm not gonna cry because of a mean jerk, or because the whole school hates me...I turned and pushed the door to open more. I stepped inside the dark room. There was a small light away across me , I moved there to and found that it was coming from a closed window at the wall in front of me. I went there and tried to open it. After a few minutes of pushing and pulling it opened and then I pushed the wooden blinds. The faded light rushed in the room immediately.
The room was quite large. You'd think that dorm rooms can't be that big. Three people could share that room. It looked like it hadn't been used for years. There was dust everywhere. Everything had a grey color because of the thick bed of dust instead of their true colors. The sheets that covered most of the furniture had turned from whit to yellow.
I opened more the window to let the fresh air get in the room. The air's strong breeze made the long white curtains dance around me and the white sheets to come back to life. I walked to the bed, it was the only one that wasn't covered with a sheet. I let my bag fell on it and then I collapsed there too. A cloud of dust started flying around me and I started coughing and moving my hands to take it away of my face. When the dust set down i notice there was an envelope on the bed next to my left hand.
I shifted forward to take it and looked at it. It was from old paper like the one they used to make the newspapers in the past. I turned it around and notice there was my name written with calligraphic characters in its front side. I opened the envelope and took out a light violet piece or hard paper and read it.
My Dear Beth,
I know that right now you'll have lots of questions. Is really bad that I can't be with you right now to answer every one of them. It had to be like that. There are so many things that you don't know about Dark Falls Academy, about your future life, about your past.
It is your new quest to find who you are, to find about your family's past and about your position in the world.
Dark Falls Academy is not a common school. Everyone here is not human. They believe that you're human but you are not. You are just like them and even more!
The headmaster and your professors will explain to you everything about this 'new world'. They will help you no matter what.
We'll talk again soon.
Just remember that whatever others might say you do belong here!
P.S. Inside the envelope you'll find a necklace that will keep your thoughts safe. You'll have to wear it always! Don't take it off ever! You'll learn too how to read the thoughts soon.
I love you, your grandmother, Morgan Willow
I turned upside down the envelope and I felt something falling on my hand. It was a thin silver chain with a small teardrop like violet crystal.
Oh grandma! What have you gotten me into?

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    1. Well, that was hilarious! Your comment just shows that you are not a professional at all! If you knew anything about Creative Thinking and Art Historical Contextual Studies you would of knew that everything in this world has at least a very tiny thing or detail in common! There is no virgin idea in this world! Yet that doesn't make everything a fanfiction of Twilight!

      Just because we have democracy it doesn't mean that you have the right to insult me and my work! If you don't like a story then don't read it! So simple!

      If you knew anything about criticizing you'd knew that you never do so impolite and insulting comments.
      If you thing you can so make me feel bad with your terrible comments then you are such a fool...!

      If you have the balls to write shit like this then you should have the balls to reveal your name too! See you when you'll become mature!

      (note: this comment is going to be deleted soon, I hope you'll have grown a pair of balls till then!)

    2. If you regularly delete posts, you're nothing but a fascist. You really can't take any constructive critisism at all, can you? Then again, I didn't expect anything less from a Greek Neonazi. That Bloody Witch story you have also posted here made me want to puke because of how poorly the whole "Turkish people are and shall always be the servants of Greeks!" angle was handled. I mean, for shame! What else do you have in store for your readers? Are you a racial purist, too? Do you slut-shame and support rape culture, like all the other "Super Alpha Raped Me And It Felt Great" novels? Are you against abortion and divorce? If so, then it's a shame that such a person can get published nowadays.

      Aysu Hikment (I added my name just so you couldn't blame me for not being brave enough to critisize you)

  2. Ow Oow ow...Just wait a second!
    I think you just misunderstood everything!

    First I am not a Nazi Supporter or a Fascist! I've been actually threatened many times by the Neonazi here in Greece and their supporters in New York! They Hate Me! Besides, I believe that you would delete some posts of your own blog if the only thing they wrote was "CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT..." for about more than a hundred times! So I'm not a fascist I just believe we should comunicate like proper people!

    Second, I'm sorry to say this, but are you from Turkey? Seriously tell me. I don't have a problem with Turkish people! Everytime they do a demostration for their rights I'm supporting them along with may other University students here!

    And the things that I wrote on my book are things that I saw there, things that my family and friends told me. And just so you know unlike many other writers I make a research before I write something! I'm just writing the facts and the history that I've known, seen, and learnt. Yes, Greek people were slaves to Turkish for 400 years and yes they did awful things to us but we don't hate them. It's been more than 2 freaking centuries, who cares?
    (Okay actually we care but not in the place that we want them as our slaves, we just want them to recognise the murders they did, we'll recognise the murders we did, and they'll stop sending by force anyone they don't want in their country in ours and return Agia Sofia to the church and museum it was....)

    The thing is that We Don't Hate Them! We hate their Government, just like we hate Our Goverment! Those manipulating bastards!

    And third, Are You Kidding? I wish I could cut of the balls of everyman that dared to rape and shove them up his ass! You might don't know but when it goes for women and child rape and abuse we are a very strict country! We might not have death penalty like some States in America but, trust me, when we send them to prison they don't have fun at all...Even our most dangerous criminals hate rapists!

    Look, what I meant to say in the story, but it seams I didn't do it right, was that though sex the witch's family gives power to the man so that he can protect the woman, that subject though has made many demons and wizards to try to force her to sex just for the power. They want the Power, Not to Protect her!

    And of course I am not against abortion and divorce! Okay abortion not so much unless you've been raped. I've been trying to convice a friend of mine about that, she believes that if you get raped and pregnant you must keep the baby no matter the mental suffer it might cause you.

    For God's Sake I'm a Too Much Woman Rights Supporter!

    You can't accuse me like that from some sentence or post I did!

    If you'd check all the post and comments (which some of them seem that I have hide, I can appear them just for you if you want) you'd see that the person who wrote them wasn't exactly someone who has any idea of till where their rights take place or what a proper critique and opinion expression is...
    I would never hide something that is okay, I have no problem with negative critiques. It's your opinion and I respect that! I have problem with the ones that were made just because of jealousy or the person who wrote it doeas not seem to have to do anything in their lives and they find very interesting to curse and try to lower everyone else on the Internet.