LOGINMaeve Thalorien spent five years in a cell for a crime she doesn't remember committing. They called her parents traitors. Said they betrayed the kingdom. And then they erased them. On the day she turns twenty, Maeve is released-not as a free woman, but as a weapon. Sent straight into Aetherion Academy, where bonded beasts choose their riders and the kingdom's deadliest heirs are forged. Some bond with phoenixes. Some with wolves. Some with creatures powerful enough to burn cities to ash. But the most dangerous bonds were the ones that vanished after the war. Maeve was taught they turned on humanity. That they were lost. Uncontrollable. Evil. She was taught a lot of things. And the sky has a habit of remembering what people try to forget. The moment Maeve steps into the academy, the lies begin to crack. Whispers follow her name. The Viremont heir watches her like a problem he can't solve. And something ancient stirs beneath the world-something that should not exist anymore. Because when the bonding ceremony begins... the sky remembers her. And so does what it was never meant to give back. Some bonds are chosen. Some are forced. And some were never supposed to return at all.
View MoreIt takes me less than a second before I’m kissing him back. My hands find his hair as he grips my hips against the tree. His lips are warm, and they taste like honey. I pull him closer to me as our kiss deepens. His lips are addicting and I physically cannot get enough. Maybe because it’s been so long since I’ve kissed anyone. Maybe the loneliness from Skyless Keep has turned against me and made me feral. But fuck, kissing someone has never felt so good. He sucks my bottom lip into his before crashing back into me, like we can’t get enough of each other. He picks me up wrapping my legs around his torso before pinning me back against the tree. His fingers dig into my hips as if he’s afraid to let me go. Kissing Luca might actually be a life-altering event. I have never felt something so good in my entire life. Just as I come up for air, someone behinds us clears their throat. “Well, well, well,” Rowan says from behind us with a chuckle. I quickly untangle myself from Luca
"Well, I suppose it's my turn." Seyla says with a grin. It's hard to believe someone like Seyla even has any fears. I lean closer to the fire as a shiver runs down my back. More students have gathered around the fire now, eager to hear others secrets. Seyla confidently strides up to the bowl of ember bark and grabs one. She turns to the fire and throws her ember bark in swiftly. "I'm afraid of not always being able to protect the ones I love." Seyla says, not caring who hears her. The ember bark burns bright again as the fire quickly accepts her fear. Cheers erupt around us. She turns and looks at me with a reassuring smile, though it's not enough to tame my erratic heart. I think I might actually pass out. I think everyone is expecting me to say something about going back to Skyless Keep, but honestly, I'm not afraid of that. At this point in my life, I'm more afraid of simply living. I'm not sure who I even am outside of what was once my home. My parents are gone. My sister is g
Our group quickly makes their way out of the academy doors and out onto the perfectly polished lawn. It dawns on me then that I have no idea where this bonfire even is. "Does anyone want to enlighten me on where exactly you all are taking me?" I ask with a groan."To the beach!" Lyra squeals. "They hold the bonfire on the beach every year to keep the academy staff away." Rowan explains. I drag a hand down my face as my mind begins to spiral yet again. Being away from any and all staff is pretty much the opposite of what I need. They may not like me, but at least when they're near, other students can't kill me.Ahead of me, Rowan, Seyla, and Lyra, all link arms as they giggle in excitement. I slow my pace slightly to keep a distance. I don't want my sour mood to bring down theirs. I glance up at the night sky, and I gasp. I stop walking altogether as I take in the millions of stars lighting the sky. I almost forgot how beautiful the night sky is. Suddenly a twig snaps in the woods to
The dining hall is already packed by the time I arrive. Conversations bouncing off of the stone walls. Students move between tables carrying trays piled high with food. I hesitate near the entrance. For one stupid second, I consider turning around. Then Rowan spots me. “Oh, look.” His voice carries far too well. “The prisoner bathed.” Several heads turn. I immediately regret existing. “Rowan,” Lyra warns. “What?” He gestures toward me with his fork. “I’m complimenting her.” I make my way toward the table. As I sit, Rowan continues staring. “Seriously though.” Rowan says. I sigh. “What now?” “You have cheekbones.” I blink. Seyla bursts out laughing. Even Lyra snorts into her drink. I grab a piece of bread. “Say one more thing.” “You’ve also got eyes.” I throw the bread. Unfortunately, he catches it. “Violent.” he scoffs. “You deserve worse.” Across the table, Luca is trying, and failing, not to smile. His gaze briefly lifts to mine. For a second, he simply looks. Then a small s
By the time I make it back to my room, everything hurts. Not in a dramatic way or in a way anyone would notice.Just—everywhere. I shut the door behind me and lean against it for a second, letting the quiet settle in. I slowly slide down the door until I am sitting on the cool floor. I drop my head
I wake before the sun. For a second, I don't remember where I am. Then I do. And I wish I didn't. The ceiling above me isn't stone. No cracks. No damp. No flickering torchlight. Just smooth, unfamiliar quiet. My body is already tense, already awake, already waiting for something to go wrong. Old
The movement stops. That's what wakes me. Not a voice. Not a hand. The absence of motion. For a second, I don't open my eyes. Five years teaches you that waking up slowly is safer than waking up fast. I listen to the muted voices outside. The low, restless rumble of the ironclads. And something e
The training field is already full when I find it. Figures I'd be the one circling the academy twice before realizing I was going the wrong way.I step through the gates just as the instructor's voice cuts across the field. "Late." he bellows.Every head turns, but I don’t react. "Just on time,"
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