Silver wandered through the library, her fingers lightly grazing the rows of books. She grabbed a few books that explained the history of vampire’s, hoping she could get more idea of what she has turned into. She grabbed a few heavy tomes, their spines cracked and weathered, and made her way to the reading area. Her eyes scanned the room, briefly landing on Henry and Vorden sitting at a table across the library. She froze for a moment, and didn't let them noticed her. There was something about Henry, something that made her feel inexplicably drawn to him. But the feeling was too unsettling to acknowledge. It was best to keep her distance. Silver quickly changed direction, heading towards a quiet corner of the library instead. She chose a seat far from where Henry sat, her back facing the entrance, though her mind remained elsewhere. The moment her fingers touched the pages of the vampire books, her thoughts began to spiral. The connection she felt to Henry was still there, an invis

As the two combatants took their positions once more, the atmosphere in the arena shifted. The tension that had been hanging in the air before Aris intervened thickened, but now it carried a new weight of respect for the rules and the invisible boundary that Aris had drawn between them and reckless abandon.“Ready?” Aris’s voice cut through the stillness.The flame-wielder didn’t wait for an answer. With a sudden, fluid movement, she flung her hands forward, and a wave of fire erupted from her fingertips, streaking toward her opponent. The heat was intense, the flames curling and dancing with a life of their own. It wasn’t just a single attack; it was a barrage, designed to overwhelm, to force her opponent into a defensive position.But the boy was ready.He slammed his foot down, and the ground beneath him responded, rising up like a protective wall of stone and dirt. The flames collided with the barrier, licking at the rock and earth, but the shield held firm, resisting the flames’

The students filed out of the cafeteria, some lingering in groups to continue their conversations, others heading off to take their bath. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the campus. Juliet walked slowly, her eyes scanning the horizon as she wandered back to the first-year buildingJust as she reached the entrance to the first-year building, she felt a tap on her shoulder, and it's was Wednesday.“I’ll catch up with you later,” Wednesday said.“I need to see the school doctor I'm feeling headache.”“Alright,” Juliet replied with a tired smile, watching Wednesday walk off in the direction of the school hospital, she sighed and continued her walk.The hallways were quieter than usual as most students were either taking their bath, or at the cafeteria. Juliet's footsteps echoed as she made her way toward the staircase. She felt a strange sense of unease, a tightness in her chest that hadn't been there earlier. But, she pushed the feeling aside and continued wa

The door slammed shut behind Henry, Vorden, and Ashton, leaving them standing in the hallway, a strange mix of anger and uncertainty swirling in the air between them. The chilling realization that the academy was a far darker place than any of them had imagined. But before they could fully process what had just transpired, the defeated second-year students who had tried to bully the first-years turned when they arrived at the building exit. They looked disheveled, their faces bruised, shoulders slumped with the weight of failure. One of them, the leader of the group who had worn a wristband marked with the number "200" screamed. "You three," he spat, his voice barely containing the bitterness. "This isn’t over." "Get moving," he growled at his two companions. "We need to report to them." The trio turned, their shoulders stiff and their steps heavy as they marched toward the dormitories in silence. Henry, Vorden, and Ashton exchanged glances, a shared understanding passing bet

Henry, Vorden, and Ashton walked through the crowded halls, their footsteps echoing in unison as they made their way toward their next class. *Beep*The sudden sound of their wristwatches ringing out in unison called for their attention. Henry immediately glanced at his own, expecting the number he had been dreading.90.He wasn't surprised by the low ranking, he was expecting it to be lower than this, why because he told the instructor he doesn't have an ability, and he didn't last long in the dodging test."Great, now they think I'm just some low-ranked failure," Henry muttered inwardly, the frustration simmering beneath the surface. "You made me get a lower ranking, Rai."The response came quickly, a whisper in his mind.“Yeah, I had to distract you and make you fail so you wouldn’t look suspicious. After you told them you don’t have an ability…”Henry couldn’t argue with Rai’s logic. The strategy made sense, in a way. It was the best way to keep his true abilities under wraps. He