เข้าสู่ระบบ"The gods are dead. The bloodlines remain. And she's about to bring it all down." Rowyn Vale grew up on the wrong side of the realm - poor, half-starved, and pissed off at the world. Her fae parents ran relics, sold shadows, and tried to sell her. She's used to surviving. Not exploding with ancient light and accidentally blinding a rich fae girl in the middle of high school. Now she's sentenced to death for a power she didn't ask for. But when a winged, arrogant disaster of a boy crashes through her prison ceiling and drags her into the sky, Rowyn learns the truth: she's not just some broken street fae. She's godblooded. Welcome to Eidolon Academy - a sentient university hidden in a pocket realm where every student is descended from a god, and each year ends in a deadly Trial that can kill you... or awaken something worse. Survive the Trials, and ascend. Fail, and vanish forever. And if the rumors are true? Rowyn isn't just another godblood. She might be the heir of the Godkiller - the one being powerful enough to raise the Pantheon. Let the Trials begin. Let the realm burn Eidolon Academy Book 1
ดูเพิ่มเติมRowyn POV Kalyx started moving then, in long, punishing thrusts that shook the bed, his hips snapping against mine with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room. Every plunge dragged against my walls, hitting that spot over and over until I was babbling nonsense, my nails raking down his back.Zephyr leaned in, his mouth latching onto my breast again, sucking hard while his fingers found my clit, rubbing in tight circles that made stars explode behind my eyelids. “You’re doing so fucking good,” he whispered, his voice a lifeline amid the storm. “Taking him like a champ. Look at how you’re creaming all over his cock dripping down his balls. Such a good girl for us. Let it build again. We want another one. Milk him dry.”Kalyx’s pace turned feral, his hand wrapping around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of who had me pinned and claimed. “That’s it, flame. Scream for me. Tell me how much you love my cock splitting you open. Beg for it harder.”“Harder...please, fuck
Rowyn POVWe were walking to dinner when it hit me, that prickling sensation between my shoulder blades like I was being watched. I turned my head slightly and caught movement in the shadows near the south arch.Kalyx’s growl was instant. “That’s Thornhall.”My stomach twisted.“Of course it is,” I muttered, keeping my voice low. “Fucking creeper. He always stares like he's picturing me on a platter.”Aster shuddered. “He gives me fungus vibes. Like mildewy laundry and bad intentions.”Zephyr cracked his knuckles. “He keeps looking at you like that and I’ll introduce him to the sharp end of a storm spear.”We pushed through the dining hall doors, the warm glow of faelights and the smell of roasted meats wrapping around us like a shield. I tried to shake off the weirdness. Not tonight, creepy man. Tonight, I just wanted food and a little peace.We piled our plates sky-high, took over our usual corner table, and smashed that food like it owed us money. Kyren and Aster eventually dipped
Aster Aurellan POVMy comm crystal buzzed mid brushstroke. I blinked, frowning as I tucked it against my ear, still clutching my makeup brush in the other hand. “Mother?”Her voice was sharp, and sweetened at the edges like poisoned honey. “Darling. How are you?”Oh gods. That tone. I froze. “I’m… fine. Why?”“No reason,” she cooed. “Just curious how school’s treating you. Settling in well?”I narrowed my eyes. “It’s been intense, but manageable.”“And your… roommate? Friends?” she asked too casually.The brush slipped from my fingers and clattered to the counter.“Are you friends with a girl named Rowyn Vale?”There it was.I swallowed. “Why?”“Just curiosity,” she lied. Badly. “We hear things, you know, through work. And someone like that, well, you know how the noble houses worry about influence. Especially low borns. It’s important to keep an eye on… people.”My blood ran cold.“Your work,” I said slowly, my heart pounding. “You mean your position on the culture council… or someth
Headmaster Nocturne POVThe note appeared with a soft fwoomp, delivered by Vaerion’s ancient magic, right onto my desk like it owned the damn place.I glanced at the parchment, already sensing the familiar pulse of old god magic woven through its fibers. My eyes skimmed the names.Storin. Glorin. Kiana. Flan.Guardians awakened. The castle was arming itself like a sleeping beast stirred.A low chuckle escaped me as I picked up the glowing ruby and slipped it into the pocket of my robes.“Well, Vaerion,” I murmured to the empty room, “I’d say you’re feeling dramatic today.”I stood and turned toward the covered mirror in the corner of my office, the one I only uncovered when things got particularly serious.Today counted.I yanked the black silk off.“Let the ash speak.”The surface rippled, starlight flickering across the glass, and then a hooded figure appeared. Tharion Duskveil. The Ash. The dead, but not dead living legend.He arched a brow. “What now, Malric?”I lifted the note, w
Professor Dravik Thornhall POVObsidian Accord GatheringFriday Night at MidnightThe chamber stank of incense, smoke, and rotting promises.Ten hooded figures lined the obsidian table like vultures awaiting a feast, and I stood at the end, my robes damp with anticipation. At the head sat the Fae H
Aster Aurellan POV“Where the fuck is she?” I grumbled.I had been pacing in circles so long I was shocked there wasn’t already a groove carved into the stone.Kyren’s hand brushed my back again, gentle and steady, the only thing keeping me from ripping down tapestries with my bare hands. The secon
Rowyn POV “This one looks ancient as fuck,” I muttered, dragging a dusty, leather bound beast of a book towards me. The cover had a silver sigil that pulsed faintly, like it was breathing.Kyren leaned over. “It’s humming.”“No shit,” I said, flipping it open.Aster whistled low. “Uh… Rowyn? That
Rowyn Vale POVThistle clapped excitedly, her wings flickering gold. "Yay! Our little trio is complete!"I couldn't help it, I laughed. Full on, from the belly laughter that made my ribs hurt. For once, things actually felt... good. Like I wasn't completely alone in a sea of snakes and preppy assho
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