#17 Way to Much Divine Bullshit

Rowyn POV

I woke up expecting the wrath of the hangover gods to slam me into oblivion. But… nothing.

No pounding head. No pukey gut. Not even cottonmouth. Just warm blankets, the smell of leftover pizza, and a soft buzz of magic humming around me.

I blinked up at the ceiling, squinting. “Was that you?” I whispered.

The lights flickered once...like a wink.

I smirked. “Thanks, Vaerion.”

Before I could even stretch, Thistle was right in my face. Literally nose to nose, her wings flapping with manic energy.

“Oh my goddess, finally! I’ve been sitting here forever just waiting for you to wake up! You wouldn’t believe what my mama told me!”

I groaned and sat up, my hair wild, still in yesterday’s clothes. “Thistle, it’s like seven in the morning...”

“She said the Obsidian Accord are lying asshats!” she blurted, ignoring me entirely. “They hate godbloods and apparently everyone thinks you’re the god killer heir, which means you’ll have all thirteen powers and can bring the whole damn system down!” She clapped like it was the best news in the universe.

I stared at her, my jaw hanging open. “What the fuck,” I croaked.

She just beamed.

“What the actual fuck.”

She nodded enthusiastically, twirling in the air. “Also, there’s a prophecy. Somewhere. We should find it! Today!”

I pressed both palms to my face. “You’re insane. I’m dreaming. This is a dream.”

She patted my nose. “Nope! But good morning!”

I groaned again, rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the mirror. “Castle, babe, help a girl out?”

The mirror shimmered. Cool air rushed around me. In thirty seconds flat, my hair was styled in soft waves, makeup was flawless, and my purple gloss popped. I threw on my school uniform, grabbed my bag, and tugged on some cute purple boots because, fuck it, I deserved to be a little fabulous today.

It was 7:10. First class started at 8.

Time for coffee and damage control. I spotted Aster and Kyren already at our usual table, laughing about something as their nymphs zipped around stacking mini creamers into a tower.

“Morning,” I yawned, sliding in next to them.

Aster side eyed me. “You look weirdly well rested for someone who drank half a six pack and almost seduced two hot guys in the hallway.”

Kyren smirked. “Legend behavior, honestly.”

Thistle plopped down on my shoulder. “Speaking of legends... tell them!”

I sighed and sipped my coffee. “Okay, so apparently I might be the god killer heir?”

Both their forks froze mid air.

“What?” Kyren blinked.

I repeated it. Word for word. Aster slowly set her fork down. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

Thistle buzzed in. “Mama said the Accord is full of shitbags and everyone's scared of what Rowyn might become!”

Kyren whistled low. “Well damn. That explains the whole ‘let’s kidnap and/or kill the new girl’ energy.”

“Right?” I leaned back in my seat. “We’re gonna hit the library after class. See if there’s anything on the prophecy.”

Aster nodded. “We’re in.”

Magical Theory and History – 8:00 a.m.

Professor Lirael Claymen was elegance wrapped in shadows. He had ailver hair, storm gray eyes, and wore a llong coat that swished dramatically every time he moved. Dude had probably been a magical heartthrob in his prime. Hell, he still might’ve been.

He gestured and a large glowing sigil appeared behind him.

“Today’s bloodline,” he began in that silky professor voice tone, “is Aurella, Goddess of Light. Her lineage: Aurafell.”

I scribbled fast.

Traits: Glowing marks under skin, heightened charisma, truthsense.

Magic: Light manipulation, radiant healing, divine sigils.

Weaknesses: Shadowbound illusions, corrupted relics.

It was a lot. I was squinting by the time he finished, my hand cramped and my brain leaking out my ears.

The bell finally rang and I sighed in relief, gathering my stuff.

We trudged into the hallway like spell drained zombies.

“Coffee,” Aster groaned.

“Coffee,” I agreed.

“Coffee or death,” Kyren muttered.

We headed back to the dining hall, just trying to function before our next class. I was actually feeling good for a second.

Cue the bitchstorm. Seraphina stomped right up to me, her eyes blazing.

“I don’t know what the fuck you did to have everyone wrapped around your trashy little finger,” she hissed, “but you’ll never fucking take Kalyx from me. He’s mine, you hear me? Stay the fuck away.”

I opened my mouth but her little clone Felicity snapped her fingers with a muttered spell, and just like that, my hair turned neon fucking green.

They cackled and strutted off like they’d just won a damn Oscar.

I groaned. “Seriously?”

But then…The table they sat at began to shake. Like, violently. Drinks flew. Pancakes exploded. Scrambled eggs launched into orbit and landed squarely on Sera’s hair. Orange juice sprayed her in the eyes.

My hair flickered back to normal.

I grinned. “Thanks, Vaerion.”

Kyren and Aster were howling with laughter. The nymphs were trying to hide behind our coffee cups, wings shaking from silent giggles.

Aster bumped her shoulder into mine. “So. Library after class?”

“Oh yeah,” I said, grabbing my second coffee of the day with a smirk. “Let’s go find out what kind of god killing badass I’m supposed to be.”

Bloodline Lineage and Divine Lore

Honestly? I was still mentally spiraling from the shit Thistle dropped on me that morning. Godkiller heir. The fuck? I could barely handle high school bullies and now I was supposed to bring down an entire divine system?

But hey. At least I looked hot while unraveling.

I tugged at the hem of my uniform jacket and fluffed my curls. The castle had done me up with a full face of soft glam and some killer purple boots to match. “Thanks again,” I muttered to the walls. The sconces twinkled. Yeah, Vaerion was always listening.

Aster, Kyren, and I made our way to class, our nymphs darting ahead like it was a damn racetrack. I was sipping my second coffee and barely holding it together when Kyren asked, “You think Professor Valewyn’s gonna make us read old prophecies again?”

“No idea,” I mumbled, “but if I have to decode one more ancient rune, I might punch something.”

We slid into our seats just as Professor Maerith Valewyn entered. And wow, she was as extra as ever.

Silver hair woven into long braids that shimmered like stardust. Her robes were layered in deep navy and gold, embroidered with tiny constellations that shifted as she moved. Her voice was low and smooth, like calm thunder wrapped in silk.

“Today’s lecture,” she began, pausing dramatically as the room quieted, “was inspired by a submitted question.”

Aster side eyed me. “Bet it was you.”

I raised both hands. “For once, not guilty.”

Professor Valewyn continued. “We’ll be discussing Starwoven Bonds.”

My heart actually skipped.

“Starwoven bonds,” she said, pacing slowly, “are extremely rare, ancient soul connections. Gifted only to the most powerful godbloods. These bonds are not chosen. They are ordained.”

My pen flew.

“You’ll feel it before you understand it,” she continued. “A pull. A weight in your chest. A hunger that gnaws at your thoughts. You’ll lose sleep. You’ll go mad. And it won’t stop until you seal the bond.”

She paused. “Which, yes, requires mating.”

Kyren choked. Aster snorted.

I blinked. “The fuck?” I whispered.

“There are records, though few, of one such bond forming a pentacle. A center soul and four connected points. Together, they held power unlike anything the gods had ever seen.”

I sat frozen.

“They were revered,” she said softly, “until they were feared. Then they were slaughtered.”

Silence.

“Some say their death marked the beginning of the Accord. That the gods were so terrified of the pentacle’s strength, they created an entire system to prevent it from ever happening again.”

My stomach clenched.

“Most of you will never encounter a starwoven. But if you do?” She stared us all down. “You’ll know. You’ll feel it deep inside. And you won’t be able to resist it forever.”

The bell rang. Nobody moved.

I just fucking sat there, internally screaming.

Ten minutes later…

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I whispered as we headed down the corridor toward the library. “A center and four points? Why does that sound like my chaos life?”

Kyren laughed. “Maybe you’re just main character coded.”

We stepped into the Living Library, and holy shit, it was breathtaking. The ceiling stretched into a magical void of shifting stars. Shelves rearranged themselves. Floating lanterns hovered like curious fireflies.

“Vaerion?” I asked the air. “You playing library god?”

The lights flickered twice.

Aster smirked. “He likes you.”

We approached a big round table, and poof, ten books landed in front of us with a little burst of glowing dust.

“OHMYGODS,” I squealed, snatching the top one.

The God Killer Heir: Prophecy and Punishment

“Dude,” Aster said, flipping through another. “This one’s got entire redacted pages.”

Kyren found a map folded inside his. “This mentions a bloodline called Vaeleryn. Unknown origin. Said to carry every gift.”

I froze. “That… sounds just like my last name.”

Silence.

Everyone stared at me.

Then Thistle blurted, “HOLY SHIT, YOU ARE THE GOD KILLER HEIR!”

I dropped my head onto the table with a dramatic groan. “This is way too much divine bullshit for one day.”