Masuk"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
Lihat lebih banyak📜 The Divine Trials: A Forbidden History
Excerpt from "Eidolon (pronounced "Eye-duh-luhn") Academy Orientation Manuscript, Year 1205 of the Godless Age" Archived in the Living Library, Floor 3 💀 The Shattering of the Pantheon 1,000 years ago, the world was ruled not by kings, but by gods. Thirteen of them reigned, each governing one of the primal forces of creation: flame, time, mind, death, shadow, storm, and more. They were not merciful. They were not kind. They demanded worship, sacrifice, and obedience. Empires rose and fell by divine whim. Mortals lived in fear of the gods' cruelty disguised as justice. Until one of their own turned against them. Known only as the Godkiller, they were not born divine, but rose from mortal blood, wielding an unnatural power capable of severing divine essence from existence itself. It's said their blade was forged in betrayal, dipped in godfire, and bound to the screams of a dying star. In a single, bloody decade, the Pantheon fell, slain, scattered, or sealed. But gods do not truly die. Their power fractured, splintering across the world like cracks in a mirror. It seeped into the blood of mortals: into warriors, oracles, healers, and kings. Their descendants were born with fragments of divine essence, what we now call the godbloods. 🩸 The Bloodlines Formed From the death of the gods came thirteen bloodlines, each carrying a shard of divine power: 🌑 The Thirteen Fallen Gods & Their Bloodlines "From their ash, we rose. From their blood, we were born." Each god ruled a fundamental force. Their essence shattered into bloodlines that carry echoes of their magic. Every godblood born today descends from one of these divine sources. 1. Ignisar - God of Fire 🔥 Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid 2. Aurella - Goddess of Light ✨ Bloodline Name: Aurafell Traits: glowing marks under skin, heightened charisma, truthsense Signature Magic: light manipulation, radiant healing, divine sigils Trial Weakness: shadowbound illusions, corrupted relics 3. Nyxarion - God of Shadow 🌑 Bloodline Name: Nyxveil Traits: silken voices, emotion dampening, night vision Signature Magic: shadowstep, darkness weaving, dreamwalking Trial Weakness: pure radiant artifacts, truthbinding magic 4. Caelthas - God of Storms ⚡ Bloodline Name: Caeltherion Traits: unpredictable moods, electric auras, rapid reflexes Signature Magic: lightning summoning, thunderwave propulsion, storm speaking Trial Weakness: silence chambers, grounding rituals 5. Velmyra - Goddess of Ice 🧊 Bloodline Name: Velmyrian Traits: pale hair or silver veins, emotionally detached, resistance to cold Signature Magic: frost casting, memory freezing, mirror illusions Trial Weakness: heat-based attacks, emotional magic 6. Thalor - God of Water 🌊 Bloodline Name: Thalosin Traits: calm demeanor, fluid motion, hydrokinesis Signature Magic: water bending, healing pools, breathcraft (underwater control) Trial Weakness: fire traps, confined dry spaces 7. Terranox - God of Earth 🌍 Bloodline Name: Terranoxis Traits: grounded presence, enhanced durability, rock communication Signature Magic: stone shaping, seismic stomps, armor crafting from terrain Trial Weakness: air-based or illusion spells 8. Sylithia - Goddess of Air 🌬️ Bloodline Name: Sylvaran Traits: light-boned, flight-oriented, wind-sensitive hearing Signature Magic: levitation, gale-force attacks, voice projection Trial Weakness: underground arenas, heavy silence wards 9. Erisyne - Goddess of Chaos 🌀 Bloodline Name: Erisynean Traits: manic energy, disruptive aura, charm magic Signature Magic: illusion warping, curse binding, entropy storms Trial Weakness: structure-based logic puzzles, divine order spells 10. Virellan - God of Mind 🧠 Bloodline Name: Virellan Traits: emotion-readers, telepathic communication, memory alteration Signature Magic: psychic assault, mental shields, dream projection Trial Weakness: shadow magic and bloodborn influence 11. Khorvall - God of Time ⏳ Bloodline Name: Khorvalen Traits: déjà vu sensations, aged eyes, glitchy auras Signature Magic: time loops, slow fields, future flashes Trial Weakness: chaos or blood magic that interrupts temporal flow 12. Ossira - Goddess of Death ☠️ Bloodline Name: Ossirae Traits: darkened sclera, necrotic affinity, commune with spirits Signature Magic: soul tethering, spirit summoning, deathmancy Trial Weakness: divine light, purified relics 13. Sanguira - Goddess of Blood 🩸 Bloodline Name: Sanguelith Traits: heightened senses, hemomancy, regeneration Signature Magic: blood puppetry, life siphoning, pain transmutation Trial Weakness: iron-forged seals, light sigils, nullifying auras 🌑 The Lost Fourteenth? Some scholars whisper of a fourteenth bloodline, born of the Godkiller, whose power was neither divine nor mortal, but capable of erasing divinity itself. No bloodline name. No sigils. No records. Just a prophecy: "When the stars scream red, and the Trials bleed black, the last heir of the void born blade shall awaken... and gods shall rise again." 🏰 The Creation of Eidolon Academy After the slaughter, one god remained. Vaerion, the God of Memory and Echoes, the Keeper of All That Was, refused to die. He saw the broken world and the scattered children of divinity. So he built a fortress between realms, Eidolon Academy, fashioned from memory, magic, and mourning. But Vaerion did not stay. With the last of his strength, he bound his soul into the very walls, creating a sentient, ever-shifting castle designed to: Summon godbloods once per century Protect and train them And one day... prepare them to reclaim what was lost 🕯️ The Calling Once every 100 years, a subtle magic ripples across the realms, known as The Calling. Those with slumbering godblood feel the shift: Dreams of fire or drowning in stars A mark that appears on their skin Hearing voices in their heads Strange talents awakening overnight Then, the invitation arrives. Always personal. Always undeniable. No one escapes The Calling. Refusal is not an option. You either arrive at Eidolon Academy... or the power inside you consumes you. 🧠 Life at Eidolon Academy The academy stands on a fold between worlds, nowhere and everywhere at once. Only the Called can see its towers through the mist. Inside, students attend four years of preparation: 📚 Magical Theory 🩸 Godblood Lineage Studies ⚔️ Trial Combat & Survival Training 🧭 Relic Navigation & Realmcraft 😈 Moral Temptations and Consequence Alchemy The castle is sentient. It shifts, whispers, and sometimes moves entire rooms just to fuck with professors. It likes the students. It loves rebellion. If you speak to the walls, they may answer. If you bleed on the stone, it remembers you. There are entire wings no one's mapped. Staircases that only appear at midnight. And a library that watches you back. 🔥 The Divine Trials Each school year ends with a Trial, a pocket realm conjured from god magic, built to test your essence, your strength, and your soul. The Trials are sacred. Ancient. Deadly. You do not "pass" the Trials. You survive them. Or you don't. There are four: 1. Trial of Flame - Pain. Sacrifice. Power. 2. Trial of Bone - Face your ancestors. Or fall like them. 3. Trial of Echoes - Relive your worst truth until it breaks you or frees you. 4. Trial of Ascension - The gods return. You must choose: join them, kill them, or become one. ☠️ THE PROPHECY Whispers say the Divine Trials are not just to test godbloods, but to awaken the true heir of the Godkiller. And they have returned. This time? The Trials won't end with ascension. They'll end with a reckoning. 👑 NAME OF THE FAE COUNCIL: The Obsidian Accord They say: "All magic must be governed, or it will destroy us." But what they really mean is: "All power not ours must be buried." 👑 THE FAE KING & QUEEN (rulers of the Obsidian Accord): These two look beautiful on the outside but are vicious, politically cutthroat, and hiding a bloody history with the gods. They once made a pact to help kill the gods, and now they fear the godbloods more than anything. King Vaelor Thorneheart - regal, cruel, calculating, impossibly beautiful. Wields golden glamour and backroom threats like a sword. Queen Serelai Thorneheart - cold, immortal, ancient beauty. Master of manipulation, shadow-dancer, rumored to have once loved a god. Possibly still does. 🌿 FAE COURT NOBILITY These nobles rule their territories with absolute control and serve the Accord But not all of them are loyal. 👀 🔥 Court of Fire - Passion, rage, destruction, rebirth Lady Maelira Volarix - wild red hair, temper hotter than dragon breath, rumored pyromancer Lord Cassian Volarix - sharp jaw, sharper wit, plays politics like chess, fire dances in his palms 🌊 Court of Water - Emotion, healing, secrets, drowning beauty Lady Nymira Crestvale - stunning and silent, her tears are said to hold memories Lord Sylien Crestvale - high-born snob with ocean eyes, calm exterior, hides many betrayals 🌍 Court of Earth - Stability, legacy, decay, unyielding will Lady Teryn Mossvale - a noblewoman with roots deeper than trees, known for speaking with stone Lord Garrik Mossvale - stubborn, brutal, carved from granite, his loyalty is only to the realm 🌬️ Court of Air - Freedom, thought, illusion, whispers Lady Elira Windthorn - laughs like a bell, cuts like a blade, master of illusioncraft Lord Thayen Windthorn - golden boy of the skies, but has secrets buried in clouded pasts 🌑 Court of Shadow - Secrets, pain, seduction, silence Lady Vireya Noxmere - rumored assassin, voice like silk over a blade Lord Zevric Noxmere - speaks in riddles, known for knowing everything, his loyalty is a myth 🌕 VIBE: The Obsidian Accord isn't just a council. It's a regime. They've outlawed old gods' worship. They hunt rogue godbloods. And they've corrupted history itself to hide the truth, that they helped end the gods... and are terrified they might come back. But Eidolon Academy? The castle remembers. And so do the bloodlines.Rowyn 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
Tharion Duskveil POVThe stink of blood and panic clung to the underground stone like mold. Five cowards sat chained before me, bound in chairs etched with ancient runes that stripped away every lie before it left their tongues.They were trembling now, good.I stepped into the circle of wardlight, my shadow spilling across the stone. “You will answer,” I said, my voice calm. “You will not lie. You cannot lie. So save your strength.”Their eyes flicked between me and Malric Nocturne, who stood like a storm brewing at my side, his arms crossed, face carved in stone.I waved a hand, activating the serum already pulsing through their veins. One by one, their bodies stiffened, and truth magic wrapped around their minds like a vice.I asked the question I already knew the answer to.“Who sent you?”The first prisoner twitched. “The High King.”Nocturne cursed under his breath. Of course. Of fucking course.“The king wants the girl.” I tilted my head. “Why?”The second prisoner croaked out
Zephyr POVI spotted the clearing before I even touched down, it was bathed in golden light like the forest itself was holding its breath. Rowyn stood at the center, glowing, surrounded by a parade of magical creatures. There were fey deer, a shining stag, shimmering wisps, even a moon sprite, all circling her like she was their queen.And honestly? She kinda fucking was. But there wasn't time to marvel.“Rowyn!” I called, my voice cutting through the calm.She turned instantly, auburn curls whipping in the wind, her green eyes locking on mine with relief, and fear.“We need to go. Now,” I said, striding toward her. “The headmaster has ordered everyone to your room. It’s protected, and warded tighter than a god’s temple. We’re not safe out here anymore.”She nodded softly and turned to the creatures. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Stay hidden. Stay safe.”Aster hugged a deer like a lunatic, while Kyren stroked a fae hound’s shimmering head. They looked like they had stepped out of a woo
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