Novels by Blossom

Raven brought me to his quarters in the West Tower—three floors below mine, in a room that looked like it had been forgotten by the rest of the academy.The walls were bare stone, no tapestries or decorations. A single bed with gray sheets. A desk covered in weapons—daggers, stakes, crossbow bolts. And in the corner, a worn leather bag that looked ready to grab and run at a moment's notice."You live like you're always about to leave," I said. My voice still sounded raw, scraped thin."Because I am." Raven locked the door behind us and checked the window—already barred from the outside. "I've been ready to run from this place since the day I arrived. The only reason I've stayed this long is..." He stopped. Turned away. "Doesn't matter."But through the bond, I felt a flutter of something from Caspian. A flash of knowing, like he'd just understood something important.I pressed my bandaged palm against my chest, trying to muffle the sensation. "How long have you been here? At the acade

More screams echoed through the stone corridors, bouncing off the walls until I couldn't tell which direction they were coming from."The dormitories." Raven was already moving, his silver-streaked hair flying behind him as he ran. "It's coming from the student dormitories."We ran. My legs burned, my bruised throat ached with each gasping breath, but I kept running. Caspian moved faster than humanly possible, disappearing around corners before I could even see where he'd gone.The Thornblood House dormitory wing was chaos.Students poured out of their rooms, some screaming, others just standing there with blank, shocked faces. A girl with dark braids collapsed against the wall, sobbing. Two boys were trying to hold back a third who kept lunging toward one of the rooms, screaming a name over and over."Jacob! Jacob, please, wake up!"Caspian was already inside the room. I followed, pushing through the crowd, and immediately wished I hadn't.A boy—Jacob, presumably—lay on the floor bes

"Don't move." Caspian's hand shot out, gripping my arm so tight it hurt. "Don't say anything. Don't even breathe too loud."But I couldn't stop staring. Seven bodies. Seven students who'd been alive this morning, and now they were just... gone. Their auras had faded to nothing, leaving only those gray death omens hovering like ghosts over their corpses.And Elysia stood in the middle of it all, blood dripping from her hands onto the stone courtyard. Her emerald dress was ruined, soaked through with red. But her face—her face was calm. Almost serene."What happened here?" Caspian's voice rang out across the courtyard. He'd shifted into prince mode, all authority and cold command. But I could feel his hand trembling slightly where it gripped my arm.Elysia looked at him. Really looked at him, and something flickered across her perfect face. Grief? Regret? It was there and gone too fast for me to catch."They were dying anyway," she said. Her voice was steady. Too steady. "The curse was

I grabbed my grandmother's journal and threw it at the closest vampire's face.It hit him square in the nose. He stumbled back, more surprised than hurt. The other two kept advancing, their eyes glowing red, fangs fully extended."Help!" I screamed. "Somebody help me!""No one's coming, Ashford." The vampire I'd hit with the journal wiped blood from his nose and grinned. "Everyone's at the council meeting. It's just you and us."I backed up until I hit the wall. Nowhere left to go. My heart hammered so hard I could hear it in my ears, feel it pulsing in my throat.The second vampire—a woman with short black hair and a scar across her cheek—lunged forward. Her hand wrapped around my throat, lifting me off the ground. My feet dangled. I clawed at her wrist, but it was like scratching stone."Make it quick," the third vampire said. He was tall, with copper-colored hair pulled into a bun. "We can't leave evidence.""Where's the fun in quick?" The woman tightened her grip. Black spots danc

Raven left after making me promise to lock the door.I promised. Then I lay on the infirmary bed staring at the ceiling, watching the death omens pulse in my vision even when I closed my eyes. Sleep was impossible. Every time I started to drift off, I'd see that ghost's hollow eyes. Hear her whisper. He killed me.Who was "he"? Caspian? Someone else?And why did it matter to me so much?By the time morning came—or what passed for morning in this place of eternal twilight—my eyes burned and my head pounded like someone was using my skull as a drum.Mira appeared at the door with a tray of food and a concerned expression. "Miss Sera, you have Vampire History in thirty minutes. Are you well enough to attend?""Do I have a choice?""Not really, no." Mira set the tray down and wrung her hands together. "Miss Kaine sent word. She said if you miss another class, there will be... consequences."Of course there would be. I dragged myself out of bed, my muscles aching from yesterday's beating.

I screamed.The sound ripped out of my throat before I could stop it, raw and terrified. The ghost flickered, her hollow eyes fixed on me, her mouth still moving in that silent scream."He killed me. And you're next."The door burst open. Raven rushed in first, followed immediately by Caspian. Both of them looked around the room, hands raised like they were ready to fight."What happened?" Raven demanded. His amber eyes were wild, scanning for threats.I pointed at the corner with a shaking hand. "There. The girl. The ghost. Don't you see her?"They both looked where I was pointing. Looked at each other. Then back at me."Sera, there's nothing there," Raven said gently. Too gently. Like he was talking to someone who'd lost their mind."She's right there!" My voice cracked. "In the corner. She just told me—she said he killed her and I'm next."Caspian moved toward the corner slowly, his gold eyes narrowed. He reached out, his hand passing through the space where the ghost stood. She fl