Novels by BlurryInkk24

Their hearts thumped suspiciously, walking alongside the head boy and his clique. It should have seemed cool, but it clearly seemed troubling to everyone watching, including Corra, who bumped into the moving train. “Spirits! This cannot be good!” She whispered to herself. When they finally took a step out of the dorm area, the head boy halted, as well as the others. “Guys? A second with these whities, please!” Prescott said to his clique as they walked in the direction of the dining hall, throwing the usual seniors’ tantrums for students who didn't make it on time. Prescott split his gaze between all three of them, sensing their thoughts. Prescott had the unique power to read minds, just like Jax and Corra, but the academy forbade it for reasons best known to the founders of the academy. In fact, until the year of the imperial era, which was lurking by the corner, hinting at an intense war, an enigmatic revolution that would leave an imprint on lives, positive or negative. “I h

That moment, within a split second, they appeared back in the original field that they once stood in. The dust, the whirring of mechanisms, agent Voss and students were in the same position as before. Jax looked around, as if he was in a time loop. It felt real yet unclear about what had just happened. According to the agent’s description, they were supposed to appear in the second task but they were in the field instant. “Welcome back, Zetas! You all did well yet…” the agent paused, gazing at each student deeply. “We lost 10 students, five from each group. Reason? They did not obey the rules of participating in the relay….” said Agent Voss as the students turned to each other, mumbling almost silently to avoid the agent’s wrath. “I warned you all beforehand. Do not think that because you brainstormed on behalf of your teammates means that everyone has won. No. The academy believes in self-discovery, self-dedication and hardwork…” he said, this time his questionable gaze rested s

Separated, they walked right in. Jax looked around, his steps were slow and careful, a part of him knew that he was taking the wrong path but then being surrounded by the grey glassy area made things worse. Looking behind him, he could not find the opening. It was confusing and devastating. Fear gripped him like a second skin. The path was alone and empty as he managed to drag his body. “Jax!” he heard a feminine voice call out to him right ahead of him. The voice was familiar. It was that if his sister, Jaz. He swallowed hard, assuring himself that the voice was only an illusion— nothing was real but the more he walked, the more his sister’s voice echoed. Her soft chuckles had always been imprinted in his mind, ones that he couldn't forget until the fire outbreak that snatched her life. Jax moved further, this time, a bit faster, following the trail of the scattered voice and suddenly he heard a loud dull jab. Jax found nothing except being stuck within glassy fo

“Noa!” Corra snapped as Jax and Bart shifted their condescending gazes to Noa who only wore a nervous smile. Head boy Prescott gave a tight smile, observing the boys who were, no doubt, jealous of her choice. “Alright then! Angel? Take your minion with you to Team A and you both move to Team B!” Prescott ordered as they all split but Prescott’s gaze was repeatedly on Corra until he was distracted by his colleague. When the students grouped themselves into equal halves as the tutor had demanded, the field instantly became silent as the tutor climbed the scaffold; his demeanor commanded stillness. “Alright, Zetas! Here's what we will do. Starting point is going to be simple, at least, it is a headstart of your career in this academy…” Agent Voss began in an authoritative tone that reached each curious ear.“I have two tasks for each team. So, this is the first task…” Agent Voss began as he tapped on a gadget linked behind his ear and a hologram appeared a few inches above his head,

“Headboy Prescott!” Jax blurted swiftly, his gravelly yet sleek voice pierced the longing silence. “No way! You've got to be kidding us right? That cannot be possible! No Zeta approaches the Headboy…” Noa chimed in with a hint of doubt on his face as their gazes fell on him. “So I heard,” he added, crossing his arms.The group said nothing, strutting their way back to class before they would finalize their plan. “Seriously, Jax, why do you have access to him or can hypnotize him or something?” Corra asked, trying to gather her thoughts while her gaze shifted to Jax.Jax’s jaw clenched as he halted and the others mirrored his actions, “When he called me out the other time and chose the right ball with Noa’s help, of course, he said that I would be the one representing the Zetas in the academy. To assist directly and...” Jax paused and sighed. “No hard feelings, mate! Sounds like a trap to me…” Bart said, shrugging his shoulders lightly. “Well… I don't know but that's some good news

“Jax, you can't just—”“I said what I said, and that's final,” Jax insisted, the tension palpable in the moment. He left the study room as the other three exchanged confused glances. “What is he doing?” Noa asked, his brows furrowed and his lips twitching nervously. “I have no idea,” Corra snapped as they followed him out of the study room, making their way to the field where an urgent assembly was being held leaving behind the unconscious boy. …The field smelled of metal work and a stash of intoxicating dust, with mechanisms whirring and humming in the distance by the tall warehouses that stood. Every student's heart thumped vigorously in their chest; the tension was suffocating. Cold sweat rolled down their faces, and their jaws tightened with every jarring word that came from General Steel. “One roaming culprit has drawn our attention. The unnatural death of a C3 student with honor, Rochester Pan has left us—me—on the brink of losing my temper,” she roared. Her face was a