Masuk"You also feel Lumira died an unjust death? Then let's see you change it." Rina Vale died cursing an author for killing her favorite villainess. Now she's trapped in that villainess's body, with a blood contract saying: 'rewrite the sequel or be erased.' The ex who drove Lumira to suicide is hunting her. The vampire prince wants to destroy her beautifully. And the Author who sent her here? Still watching. The Blood Moon is rising. She has the spoilers. But surviving the story might be harder than rewriting it.
Lihat lebih banyakChapter 55 - The Witch and the Mentor 1Moments later,[Rina P.O.V]The ash was still warm on my fingers.I walked the corridor with my hand in my pocket, the residual heat of the incinerated rose pressing against my palm like a brand. The sulfur smell clung to my sleeve, a reminder of my miscalculation. I had been so certain the roses were Riven's doing. The dramatic rescues, the theatrical pouting, the way he appeared at precisely the moment I needed saving—it had all pointed to one obsessed vampire prince with too much time and too many resources.The ash proved me wrong.And being wrong about a stalker was the kind of mistake that got girls killed in stories like mine.I turned the corner toward the Potion Alchemy wing, my boots clicking a rhythm against the stone that sounded too loud in the empty hallway. The corridors were deserted, the other students still in their lectures, and the solitude should have been comforting. Instead, the silence felt weighted, observed, as if the w
Chapter 55 - The Witch and the Mentor 1Moments later,[Rina P.O.V]The ash was still warm on my fingers.I walked the corridor with my hand in my pocket, the residual heat of the incinerated rose pressing against my palm like a brand. The sulfur smell clung to my sleeve, a reminder of my miscalculation. I had been so certain the roses were Riven's doing. The dramatic rescues, the theatrical pouting, the way he appeared at precisely the moment I needed saving—it had all pointed to one obsessed vampire prince with too much time and too many resources.The ash proved me wrong.And being wrong about a stalker was the kind of mistake that got girls killed in stories like mine.I turned the corner toward the Potion Alchemy wing, my boots clicking a rhythm against the stone that sounded too loud in the empty hallway. The corridors were deserted, the other students still in their lectures, and the solitude should have been comforting. Instead, the silence felt weighted, observed, as if the w
Chapter 36 - The Trash Prince’s VisitThe Next Day,Author The heavy wrought-iron gates of the Blackwood estate did not groan as they usually did; they slid open with a smooth, oiled precision that set Prince Julian’s teeth on edge.He sat astride his white stallion, his velvet coat immaculate, his silver-gray eyes scanning the outer perimeter of the villa. Beside him, Silas rode with a tense, rigid posture, while four elite palace guards trailed behind, their gold-plated armor gleaming under the pale Northern sun. Julian had expected to see the usual signs of a crumbling, isolated border territory—cracked masonry, sluggish guards, and the pervasive scent of despair.Instead, he was looking at an active construction site of terrifying efficiency.The main path had been widened and paved with reinforced granite slabs, engineered to withstand heavy military transport. In the distance, the lower sectors—once a collection of rotting wooden huts—were now lined with stone-walled barracks a
Chapter 36 - The Trash Prince’s VisitThe Next Day,Author The heavy wrought-iron gates of the Blackwood estate did not groan as they usually did; they slid open with a smooth, oiled precision that set Prince Julian’s teeth on edge.He sat astride his white stallion, his velvet coat immaculate, his silver-gray eyes scanning the outer perimeter of the villa. Beside him, Silas rode with a tense, rigid posture, while four elite palace guards trailed behind, their gold-plated armor gleaming under the pale Northern sun. Julian had expected to see the usual signs of a crumbling, isolated border territory—cracked masonry, sluggish guards, and the pervasive scent of despair.Instead, he was looking at an active construction site of terrifying efficiency.The main path had been widened and paved with reinforced granite slabs, engineered to withstand heavy military transport. In the distance, the lower sectors—once a collection of rotting wooden huts—were now lined with stone-walled barracks a
Moments later,Rina's POV The corridors of Aetherion were no longer a gauntlet of whispers and sneers; today, they felt like a runway. My black stiletto boots clicked against the polished stone with a rhythmic, predatory grace, each step punctuated by the rhythmic swa
The Great Hall,8:00 PM,Omniscient POV The Great Hall of Aetherion had been scrubbed of its academic austerity and replaced by a cavern of celestial opulence. Enchanted clouds drifted beneath the vaulted ceiling, raining down silent, shimmering sparks of starligh
Moments later,Rina’s POVThe silence of the Ignis bungalow was a heavy, suffocating shroud. After the dazed walk back from the corridor, the adrenaline of my encounter with Kaelion had evaporated, leaving behind a cold, hollow desperation. He was looking forward to se
Moments later, Jaxon’s POV I didn't wait for the faculty to finish their pathetic excuses. I didn't wait to see if the girl Senior Aurel saved was going to live. The moment I saw that look on Lumira’s face - that cold, mocking salute with the spoon -






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