Aetherion Academy Year 1: Shadows of Rebirth
"You also feel that Lumira died an unjust death, just like me? Then let's see how you change the story."
Rina Vale's death was as absurd as her life was ordinary: flattened by a truck moments after furiously text-bombing a webnovel author about the tragic demise of her favorite character.
Now, in a twist of divine malice or cruel irony, Rina has been reborn inside that very character: Lumira Duskbane, the reviled, doomed villainess of the fantasy novel, Saintess of Hauntspire High.
Lumira was meant to be a tragic footnote - hated by all, destined to die alone, and her magical legacy fading into dust. But Rina, trapped in the villainess's body, now holds the pen. A dark contract with the author himself binds her fate: she must survive the elite Aetherion Academy and write a new, terrifying story to replace the tragedy of the past.
Branded a revenant and a curse, Lumira’s life is a gauntlet of public humiliation. Her arrogant ex, Alpha Jaxon, hunts her with merciless suspicion, obsessed with proving she is responsible for the darkness gripping the school. Yet, amidst the scorn, the enigmatic vampire, Prince Kaelion, watches her with a gaze that promises forbidden desire and sees far beyond the villainess façade.
With the old plotline tearing apart at the seams, the school is plunged into chaos. When noble students are brutally slain and demonic shadows fall over the ancient campus, the blame falls squarely, terrifyingly, on Lumira. The resurrected villainess is the prime suspect, trapped in a terrifying conspiracy driven by a vengeful spirit from the past.
Will she play the doomed role the author wrote for her, or will she seize the power of a queen and rewrite her destiny in fire, blood, and a dangerous romance?
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 6 - The Weight of the Witch’s Resurrection
Moments later, Lumira's Room, Duskbane Estate. Rina's POV The clock in the hall downstairs chimed a deep, resonant two o'clock in the morning. The sound was a heavy, dull blow against the silence. The rain had long since given up its desperate siege, softening into a cool, persistent mist that kissed the tall windows. Inside the grand, high-ceilinged room, the candles were dead, leaving the space illuminated only by the faint, angry orange glow of the dying embers in the hearth. I lay beneath the heavy, purple velvet covers, the ancient Duskbane crest pressing faintly against my skin. The resurrected body held a strange, unnatural heat, but the oppressive weight of the bedding was a comfort, and a tangible anchor in this world that felt increasingly ephemeral. I listened to the soft, rhythmic breathing beside me. Seraphina slept like a blessed thing, a cherub tucked into a
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Chapter: Chapter 5 - The Witch and the Angel
That night, Duskbane Estate.Rina's POV The air inside the Western Wing felt warmer now, thick with the faint, comforting scent of burning sage. The butler had lit the protective wards, and the storm that had moved on from the cemetery left the world outside washed clean, smelling of wet earth and stone.When I first stepped into Lumira's room, my jaw almost dropped. It wasn't just a bedroom; it was a sanctuary carved from silence and old magic, a place that seemed to breathe between worlds. Moonlight slanted through tall arched windows draped in silver-threaded curtains, casting slow-moving shadows across the polished marble. The ivory four-poster bed was an actual throne: its towering frame etched with gold filigree and vine motifs, like curling, metallic branches. The canopy was sheer velvet, tinted a crystal purple that caught the lamplight like spilled ink.I was slumped against the velvet headboard, every bone in this corpse-body achin
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Chapter: Chapter 4 - The Witch and The Ruined Wedding PartyMoments ago,The Grand Hall of Tathoris,Astrid's POVThe air was too clean... too bright and too perfect for me to discribe.However, the wedding of Alpha Jaxon Reid Fenrir was built on Lumira’s fresh grave... so that's why I feel like puking.I leaned against cold marble, nursing another goblet of chilled champagne. The taste of hypocrisy coated my tongue because this glass and marble monstrosity was not a venue; it was a cage of gilded lies.I watched my brother, Jaxon, a monolith of gold-threaded arrogance. Beside him, Selene Eryndor was a porcelain doll. She was radiant in scarlet, her smile was manufactured innocence.I could smell the calculated sickeningly sweet perfume of her performance. She shyly clutched the white lilies an elder had offered her, a pious mockery of the girl she helped destroy.The other elders then approached; their voices were slick with flattery and their eyes were sharp with appraisal. The silence came when Elder Darnel leaned in and spat Lumira's name
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Chapter: Chapter 3 - The White Witch is SummonedMoments later, In the Duskbane Manor,Rina's POV I was now inside the Duskbane Estate; but it was not a home, it was a cold fortress.The place was carved from ancient poisonous pride. This Gothic monstrosity sat on obsidian rock. It was all white stone and sharp purple spires. It did not feel built, it felt manifested by malice. The purple lances clawed upward like menacing spears.Inside, the Grand Hall was a cavern of cold shadow. Theatrical fire burned low. Black marble, polished to an impossible sheen, spread beneath my bare feet. Every detail radiated aggressive,l suffocating wealth. The coiling viper door handles, and heavy black crystal chandeliers felt like a gilded cage designed for a monster.Now, I was wrapped in Lumira’s heavy black silk robes. The fabric felt cool against my skin. Seraphina, my plumpy eternally worried shadow, sat beside me. She clung to my hand like a lifeline.Across the hall, Matriarch Evelyn Duskbane sat rigid. She was encased in perpetual mourning
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Chapter: Chapter 2 - The Witch ReturnsMoments later, Behind the garden of the Duskbane Estate, Rina's POV The blackness shattered like a violent wrenching tear.My mind surfaced into crushing suffocating pressure. The air was thin. It smelled of cloying sweet lilies. It smelled of sharp, wet, decaying soil.A desolate high-pitched wail scraped against the inside of my skull. It came from just inches outside, filled of raw grief, which fully snapped me awake.'Oh no, I am trapped...'Panic flared - It was a cold, brutal instinct - as I thrashed. My hands struck a smooth cold surface above my head. The horrifying truth then slammed into me: I was sealed inside a narrow velvet-lined box. A coffin.I screamed, but the sound died. The pressure choked me. I brought my shoulder up, with a desperate surge of adrenaline. I hit the lid. The old wood groaned, as a sliver of gray light appeared. It was a lifeline. With one final agonizing heave, I burst free. The lid ripped away. White lilies and wood splinters cascaded down ont
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Chapter: Chapter 1 - The Witch Who Was ForsakenHauntspire High, May, 2025.The air on the ruined rooftop was cold. It smelled of ash, ozone, and fresh, coppery blood. A relentless, dirty wind whipped Lumira Duskbane's silver hair around her face. Her crystalline purple eyes stared fixedly at the indifferent sky.Her body was failing. Every muscle screamed from the demonic fight. She felt hollow. Her soul stretched thin, nearly snapping. At her feet, the immense spell circle, etched in her own spilled life-force, still held a faint, purplish light. The runes guttered.'Finally,' Lumira whimpered, 'It's been sealed.'She let out a ragged breath. The breach was closed. The demon horde was banished... she had paid the ultimate price.'We did it, Lumira.' Silvie's faint voice echoed in her mind. 'I am sorry.' His spirit was fading, consumed by the magic. She felt the painful snap of their final bond.Then came the heavy sound of boots rushing up the stairs.Alpha Jaxon's entrance was violent. The steel door was flung open with a deaf
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