Se connecterThey buried him under a blood-red moon. Chains of silver and blessed iron pinned his broken body to the earth, sealing his power, erasing his name. To the pack, he was a failed Alpha. To the coven, a cursed vampire. To the world, he was a mistake that deserved to die. But monsters don’t stay dead. When Alpha opened his eyes again, he wasn’t in the grave—he was in the body of his weakest self. Eighteen years old. Rankless. Powerless. His wolf silent. His vampire blood thin and starving. The memories of his execution burned behind his eyes like fresh wounds. Reborn. A second life… and a second chance at vengeance. This time, he felt it—the system etched into his soul, ancient and cruel. [Hybrid Core Detected] Bloodline: Vampire / Werewolf / Unknown Status: Severely Suppressed Level: 1
Voir plusChapter 9: It Has Begun The first death at Apex Academy did not happen during a duel. There was no announcement. No bell. No challenge invoked under ancient law. It happened quietly—violently—between scheduled classes, in a corridor warded against magic but not against intent. Alpha felt it before he saw it. A sharp pressure rippled through the academy, like a breath held too long and then released all at once. The system reacted instantly. [ALERT: LETHAL EVENT DETECTED] [LOCATION: EAST SUBLEVEL — RESTRICTED CORRIDOR] [STATUS: NON-ACCIDENTAL] Students paused mid-step. Wolves’ ears flattened. Vampires stiffened, blood humming uneasily. Faculty wards flared, late—but flared. Alpha was already moving. Not running. Not panicking. Just adjusting his route, feet carrying him closer without conscious thought. The east sublevel wasn’t meant for students. Old stone. Older seals. Corridors that predated the academy itself—built back when monsters taught monsters how to kill p
If Apex Academy was disappointed that no one died in the first week, it didn’t show it.The days settled into a rhythm—precise, exhausting, intentional. Training before sunrise. Theory at midmorning. Controlled violence in the afternoon. Reflection at night, whether assigned or forced upon aching bodies that refused rest.Alpha blended into it seamlessly.That, too, was intentional.Morning conditioning placed him in the lower-middle pack every time. Not last. Never last. Just forgettable enough to avoid scrutiny. He learned where to slow his breathing, when to let fatigue show, how to mask the micro-adjustments his body made instinctively.The system assisted without speaking.[AUTOMATED SUPPRESSION: ACTIVE][PERFORMANCE OUTPUT: NORMALIZED]In combat drills, Alpha rotated through opponents he’d already studied.Kael remained aggressive—overcommitting, burning stamina early. Riven adapted faster, testing rather than charging. Marek collapsed under
Nothing exploded.No wards screamed.No blood answered a silent call.No instincts bowed.Which, at Apex Academy, was unusual enough to feel deliberate.Morning drills began at sunrise. The training fields stretched wide beneath a pale sky, etched with boundary lines and reinforced with sigils that dulled lethal intent without suppressing power. Faculty members stood at the edges—arms folded, expressions bored, senses sharp.Alpha stood in the third row.Not front.Not last.Exactly where someone forgettable belonged.The system approved.[DAILY ROUTINE: ACCEPTABLE][POWER VEIL: STABLE][RECOMMENDED BEHAVIOR: COMPLIANT]Warm-ups were called.Students ran.Wolves surged ahead immediately, long strides, predatory ease. Vampires followed with unnatural efficiency—no wasted motion, no breath out of place. Hybrids clustered in the middle, some struggling, some adapting.Alpha ran at a human pace.Not slow enough to draw attention.Not fast enough to raise questions.As they circled the fie
The first bell at Apex Academy did not ring.It resonated.A deep vibration rolled through the campus, waking wards, sigils, bloodlines, and instincts older than the buildings themselves. Students poured into the central courtyard—wolves with eyes already glowing, vampires walking in flawless silence, hybrids standing stiff and unsure.At the highest balcony, the faculty gathered.They were not ordinary teachers.They were former Alphas.Exiled vampire lords.War survivors.Executioners who had retired because nothing left could challenge them.They felt it immediately.A pressure.A distortion.Like a shadow cast by something that refused to be seen.“Did you sense that?” one of them murmured.“Yes,” another replied. “But it vanished.”Below them, Alpha stood among hundreds of students, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed, heartbeat steady. No aura leaked from him. No power flared.The system tightened.[POWER VEIL: ADAPTIVE MODE][FACULTY DETECTION: PARTIAL — REDIRECTED]The headm






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