Mag-log inACADEMY OF THE DAMNED: BRIDE TO THE ABYSS. When I died, I did not expect to be haunted and chased by a group of people that called themselves the school for the dead. Wait? I died??? I do not think I am dead, but I had a NDE. Unfortunately, that means I belonged to the school of the damned now, a school where supernatural beings like fae, demons and witches attended and guess where it was located. In hell. So when I, Alexandria Nicole Thompson wound up in this school, I was an anomaly. Human. A human never became part of the damned, and the demons made it clear to me that I wasn't welcomed. I had to fight for my life every minute, from being spell bound, to being bitten by a raging vampire with a hard-on for me, and the fallen angel, cold and bitter, angry at everything in the world, yet I was drawn to him, and finally, there was Cassiel, next in line to be herald of a plane, a ruler of demons who hated me with every breath and declared me unwanted from the school. I had to grow a tough hide....or skin
view moreBaelithWhat was a little blood, compared to a few souls? What was death, when you could have life? What was peace, when you could be alive, all your loved ones dead, and you couldn’t bring them back, because you were trapped in your own very nightmare?I hated being a vampire.It sucked.That was the simplest way to put it. Crude. Inelegant. But accurate.Immortality was supposed to mean something. That was how they sold it, how she had sold it to me. Eternal life,power. Freedom from the frailty of flesh and time.She never mentioned the rot that came with it.The hunger.Gods, the ravenous hunger. It never left. In how many years since I had been turned, It didn’t matter how much I fed, how carefully I rationed, how disciplined I pretended to be. It was always there, coiled low and patient, like a second heartbeat that didn’t belong to me.A reminder.You are not alive.You are not dead.You are something else.Something wrong, even in the midst of all the damnation, I was the wor
AlexandriaThat man was here. He still has the same intent look, and for some reason, I couldn't look away when he was speaking to Cassiel.But he was here.The man that looked like sin itself, so fucking dangerous, that I wanted to hump do badly was sitting down in this place with me. In hell.“Where did you know him from?” Alstra asked, confused.“He came to my mother's bar,” I replied, my voice barely coming out. “He came to talk to her…I think.”I should look away. But somehow, I could not look away.This was stupid. Dangerous. The kind of thing that got people noticed in a place like this. The last thing I needed was to be noticed by a bunch of rabid demons, to stand out to them, but how was it possible that the one man that made my mouth so dry was actually not human?No matter how much I tried, I could not look away.He sat across from Cassiel like he belonged there, like hell itself had carved out a seat just for him and decided not to argue about it. No tension in his shoulde
AlexandriaI was floating.I was floating and everything smelt like beer. Beer and men’s voices in the background. Mallory's bar. Oh Mallory. “Wake up,” someone said, tapping my face lightly.“This is like the fourth time I am waking up like this,” I groaned, sitting up. Alstra smiled. “Well, according to Tenner, you humans can be very weak. She has told me the things to look out for , and bet I would.”Ugh. “Why does my mouth taste bitter?”“I kissed you.”My eyes flew open. “You what?” Alstra was in the middle of what seemed to be a room, and she was very very naked. “Chill,” she laughed, a tail swinging from behind her. “I wouldn't kiss you without your permission.”Oh my God.“Where did you take me?” I asked, getting up quickly. Blood rushed to my head but I did not stop, putting as much distance between us. “I won't let you kill me.”“Relax girl,” she laughed. Her skin was a grey colour, down to her tail that was crawling behind her on the floor. “Seriouly girl, chill out. Don
CassielI swung the heavy door open, walking into my room. There was a distinct smell of blood and darkness, one. I knew there was only one person in this place that could enter here, smelling like that.“Hello, your highness.”I looked up, to where Baelith hung from one of the beams of the high ceiling. “You will kill yourself one of these days,” I muttered.“How wonderful that would be, Prince of Wrath, if I could,” he sighed. “Alas, stabbing myself with a stake did not work.”The vampire dropped to the floor, landing with a soft thud. I paid him no attention, walking to the table I requested be out in this room for me. Being a prince has its perks, and being the son of one of the rules had even greater perks.“What has got you in that gawdawful mood? You did not even say hello properly.”I looked up at my cousin with an eye. “Today is Orientation.”“Yes, that,” he sighed. “The day we have all been waiting for right? Finally, we are here, a chance to leave this place behind us.”Tha






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