Welcome To Nightmare Academy (Nightmare Academy #1)

By Anthony Avina

Before the war, there was a girl....

Francesca Lucas finds herself in a new school, but this school is no ordinary school, and she is no ordinary girl. Francesca is a vampire, and her new school is the infamous Nightmare Academy. Rumors about the school and its purpose have circulated around the supernatural community for years, but now Francesca stands on
the school grounds, and is surrounded by supernatural creatures from around the world.

Vampires, werewolves, witches, warlocks, ghosts, demons. They all roam the halls as students, but not all is as it seems. Although she's over a hundred years old, Francesca finds herself dealing with a supernatural/teenage hierarchy, with an elite group of vampires looking to show dominance over her. Not only that, but danger lurks around every corner, and Francesca doesn't know who she can trust.

Yet Francesca has a secret. She has her own reason and purpose for being at Nightmare Academy. Yet twists and turns will complicate her own mission there, from an old enemy who will ignite a desperation for revenge, and shocking friendships that hold a spark Francesca hasn't felt in decades.

What is Nightmare Academy, and what is it's purpose? What dangers will Francesca face, and who can she trust? Find out in this exciting new YA Prequel to the hit
adult series "Nightmare Wars" by author Anthony Avina. Filled with action, horror, suspense and romance, this is a must read for any YA fans out there.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anthony Avina
• Release date: Apr 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370812455

Anthony Avina

Anthony Avina, (Born March 1990), is an author, a journalist, and blogger. Born in Southern California, he has battled through injuries, disabilities, moves back and forth across the country, and more, yet still maintains a creative voice that he hopes to use not only to entertain but to inspire hope in even the darkest situations.He writes short stories and novels in the horror genre, and is also a seasoned journalist for the online magazine, On Request Magazine as well as the website TheGamer. Having grown up reading the books of Dean Koontz and Stephen King, they inspired him to write new and exciting stories that delved into the minds of richly developed characters. He constantly tries to write stories that have never been told before, and to paint a picture in your mind while you are reading the book, as if you could see every scene of the book as if it were a movie you were watching. His stories will get your imaginations working, and will also show that in spite of the most despairing and horrific situations, hope is never out of reach. He is always writing, and so there will never be a shortage of new stories for your reading pleasure.

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Welcome to Nightmare Academy: Nightmare Academy #1

By Anthony Avina

Welcome to Nightmare Academy (Nightmare Academy #1)

© 2016 Anthony Avina

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Table of Contents:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

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Afterward

About the Author

One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive. Friedrich Nietzsche

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality. Emily Dickinson

Adolescents are not monsters. They are just people trying to learn how to make it among the adults in the world, who are probably not so sure themselves. Virginia Satir

Prologue: Death and Living…

It was a cold, rainy night when Francesca Lucas’s life changed forever. The 18-year old girl was walking alone along the drenched streets of Rome. It was the year 1900, and when she looked around her, she found several people looking as hungry as she was. Men and women, young and old, it mattered not. The country was in massive debt, and the people of the great city of Rome were suffering because of it.

Francesca wandered the streets aimlessly, not knowing where she was going but knowing she needed food and warmth. The cold bit into her bones like a great white shark that bites into the side of a fisherman’s boat. She’d been wandering the streets for weeks now, after her mother and father had been killed by thieves looking to steal her family’s meager food supplies. She’d been orphaned and left alone, with not a soul to call a friend or family. She’d sat with her parents corpses cradled in her arms for hours, her body wracked with great sobs as she mourned over her parents. They had been an unfortunate casualty of the poverty stricken country she lived in, and soon she had been turned into the beggars she’d always gone out of her way to help as a child.

Growing up, Francesca had been born into a moderately wealthy family. Her father had been the owner of an exporting business, having amassed a small fortune trading meats from local farmers to other parts of the world. However the collapse of the economy in Italy and the land of the farmers producing less product had forced her father’s company to dwindle down, and the wealth she had enjoyed for years had disappeared as well. Francesca had grown accustomed to beautiful gowns, grand parties featuring her father’s business partners, and business trips with her father, getting to see the world while traveling in style. Yet her father’s losses had diminished their funds, and they had been surviving on the little savings they’d’ had since Giovanni Giolitti had become the first Prime Minister of Italy.

With cold rain pelting her back and head, Francesca looked around and found a relatively dry alley, and darted inside. It was nearly midnight, and as she listened to the shivered cries of children and the angry yelling of parents desperate to find their kids food, Francesca walked down the darkening alley, her hunger and pain numbing her to the danger she was walking into.

After taking a few steps inside, a pair of strong hands wrapped themselves around her waist, pulling her deeper into the alley as one of the hands wrapped around her mouth, muffling her scream. She thrashed about in the attacker’s arms, kicking out at the air and trying to bite the hand of the stranger, but his skin was rock hard and she failed to wiggle out of his grasp.

Shh, hush now darling, the man whispered, his hands squeezing her tightly. I can sense your fear, but you need not fear any longer. The hunger and pain will subside shortly, beautiful one, for you see, I too am hungry, but you can provide me with much needed substance.

Francesca’s eyes widened as she was turned around, and stared straight into a nightmarish face. A pair of striking red eyes pierced through her own emerald green ones, and long fangs grew out of the large man’s face, liquid dripping off of the tips like a viper before it launches at its prey. He caressed her face like a child playing with a doll. The man’s long black hair wrapped around her face as the creature leaned in, and before she could attempt to scream, it sunk its teeth into her neck.

She tried to struggle, but soon the pain subsided, and a kind of euphoria engulfed her in its warm embrace. The hunger and pain subsided, just as the man had said, and although a part of her knew she should be fighting, the pleasure coursing through her body fought the urge, and soon she found herself beginning to drift off into a dark slumber. She is nearly gone forever, but before she can fade away a bright glean of silver pierces the cold night air, and the creature drops her down onto the uneven cobblestone street, hissing and backing up and away from her.

Soon the pleasure is replaced with a burning pain, and she is brought back to the present. She held her neck, and cried out in agony as she turned to see a tall man with the purest silver hair and sun-kissed skin walk into the light of the alley, a bloodied sword in his hand and a long, ragged scar across his face. He looked down at her as he walked past, looking at her with cool, piercing eyes that seemed to be hiding a dark and saddened past. He looked at her, and then turned his attention back to her attacker, his look of concern replaced by cold calculation and determination.

Abominio, the creature hissed, his native Italian tongue spatting at what he considered an abomination.

I told you I’d come, Lorenzo. This is the end, the man with the sword said calmly. The creature hissed, and in a show of bravado charged at the man. However, just as quickly as he appeared, the man lashed out in one swift motion, and soon the creatures head rolled along the cobblestone street, blood swirling around the body as it landed with a thud. Francesca looked up at the man, fear and curiosity crossing over her face. She wanted to run, to scream, but she