Lycan School: The Hekate's Bride

Lounging in my throne beside my parents, I peer down at the revelry below, itching to get into the frenzy with my people, but my mother’s stern look holds me in place.As the sole heir to the Alpha King’s throne, I must behave with dignity and whatever nonsense it is that is expected of royalty. I weary of having these discussions with my parents and getting grounded when I snarl back at them for trying to keep tabs on me.I clocked twenty-freaking-one today. It’s my birthday party, as well as the celebration of Solstice. I should be dancing with my friends. I should be getting drunk on smuggled human alcohol and plants. I should be having fun, because come tomorrow, I will be going through the portal that leads to the Werewolf Academy.My life begins the moment I go through that portal. My responsibilities as heir will begin to weigh down on me, as I will be expected to excel in every single aspect of my training. Werewolf High had been hard enough. The Academy was simply arduous and

In a time when all three races lived together as one and the Lycans ruled the realm, there was a prince. He was Hekate, and he was heir to the throne.It is said that Hekate was born on the night of the blood moon. Cursed, they called him. Strange, they said. A bad omen, they named him. The Moon Goddess’s priestess had taken one look at him and had told the King and Queen that he would bring destruction upon the realm. He would be better off dead as a child.But King Cassius and Queen Sylvi had tried to birth a child for centuries with no avail. They would not kill their child. Staring at his pale hair and moon kissed skin as she held him to her chest, Queen Sylvi had told the priestess fiercely, “He is but a child. You cannot damn him to death. I will raise him right. He will be a good, powerful king.”And so, she raised him, damning the consequences.As they say, the bad habits may begin as small shoots, but if left unchecked, they will begin to grow like vines, entangling the soul

After the assembly, the men drag me across the hallways, stopping in front of an iron door that is at least ten foot tall.The door suddenly swings open, even if there is no one behind it.I am thrown in by the men, and the door shuts the moment I'm inside the office.I whirl around in the space that looks to be an office. I am immediately struck by the sheer size of the room. The high ceilings seem to stretch up into infinity, while the walls are lined with tall bookcases filled with ancient-looking tomes. The scent of old leather and paper fills my nose, and it reminds me of the library in the castle.In the center of the room, a large oak desk dominates the space, with a high-backed chair behind it. The desk is cluttered with papers and stacks of books, but everything seems to be in perfect order, as if each item has been placed with utmost care.Behind the desk, a tall window offers a view of the sprawling grounds outside. The sunlight streams through the glass, casting a warm glo

I stare back at my reflection. Somehow, I have gone from being special to being scum. My icy blue eyes are red rimmed and tired. I clutch the sink and spit into the ceramic bowl before turning off the faucet. I'm gonna survive the shit hole and return where I am meant to be. Fuck Rune and the rest of the stupid students here. I am Astrid, and no one, absolutely no one can trample on me. I'll fight every one of them if I have to, and it doesn't matter if they are Lycans are naturally stronger than me. I'll win. Why? Because I am Astrid Blackwood, daughter of the Alpha King. I'll thrive in the godsdamned school. ******* I'm late. I know this because I can hear the sounds coming from the halls. It was hard locating my classroom. I have walked through three different halls, trying to figure out where Lycan History is holding. My fingers squeeze around the only note in my hands as I try to take in deep calming breaths. I'm ner

A body was found in school this morning.Mangled. Mishapen. Broken beyond recognition. But somehow, someone had placed a face to the body.Alaric Grimshaw. A first year student, and Rune's distant cousin.I didn't see the body when it was brought in, but a couple of students did and it's all they have been talking about since. They seem pretty shaken up. There is fear in their eyes as well.The schools are fortified and happen to be safest places in all realms, guarded by the Goddess's magic herself.How could this happen?Some say Alaric was seen in the cameras trying to escape the premises and he fell in the void beyond. Some say the darkness took him. Some say there was a man covered in the darkness. Regardless of what truth it is, none of them are great.The school has been in a tizzy since the body was brought in and unorthodox communications have been made to the realms beyond, reaching out to the King and Queen of the Realm of Lycans.Everyone's in a fix and agitated, and Run