Marked by Monsters Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance, Reverse Harem, Academy, Monster Mates I thought I was human. Normal. Boring. Cursed with a gluten allergy and a sarcastic streak. But on my eighteenth birthday, lightning slammed into my chest like a cosmic bitch slap, and I woke up with no memory… and a very illegal ability to shift into a silver and black wolf. That’s when the enforcers came. They called me a threat. A ticking magical bomb. And they threw me into Gravemire Academy, a creepy, ancient school built for supernatural disasters like me. Now I’m the new girl in a school where detention can literally kill you, and every hallway smells like blood, sex, and secrets. Worse? I’m being claimed by four dangerously hot, infuriatingly possessive monster boys who swear I’m their fated mate: 🐺 A broken alpha with murder in his eyes. 🐉 A dragon prince with a sharp tongue and sharper claws. 🧛♂️ A vampire who looks at me like I’m his last meal. 😈 And a dream demon who touches me like he already owns my soul. Each kiss makes my magic spiral. Each touch unravels a curse tied to my bloodline. If I kiss the wrong one first… I might doom them all. Oh, and there’s something ancient inside me. Something powerful. Something waking up. I don’t know who I was before Gravemire, but one thing’s clear: I’m not just their mate. I’m the weapon that was never supposed to exist. And I’m done being controlled.
View MoreIsandra POvThe gardens of Gravemire were… beautiful. In the "I could die here and it would smell nice" kind of way.Vines twisted around ancient arches. Flowers glowed in strange, soft pulses. A stone fountain in the center poured silver water, and enchanted butterflies the size of my hand flitted through the air like they were high on glitter and chaos.Lila danced ahead of me, practically skipping between rosebushes and carnivorous shrubs. "Okay! So this one.." she pointed to a cluster of blood red flowers with teeth in the petals, "...will absolutely melt your tongue off. Don’t sniff it."“Got it. Death flower. Check.” I made a note in the little journal I’d summoned from my N.O.V.A. this morning.It even had a sparkly pen. Gods help me, I loved it."That one?" Lila gestured to a blue mossy patch. "Harmless! But if you step on it, it sings folk songs from the Underrealm for, like, hours."“Terrifying.”“It has a banjo,” she added.I stared at her.She giggled. “You’ll love it.”We
Isandra POVMy skirt swished around my thighs as I adjusted the weight of my backpack and stepped into the portal. Uniform? Check. Skirt, black jacket, button up shirt, stockings, boots that made me feel dangerous as hell. Books, N.O.V.A., lip gloss? Check, check, check.“Let’s get this over with,” I muttered. The portal pulsed, shimmered, and swallowed me whole. For a split second, it was like being squeezed through a cosmic straw, then I stumbled out into the Grand Arena, blinking into blinding light and roaring magic.And holy shit. The place was massive, stone tiered seats wrapped around a glowing obsidian stage. Floating chandeliers hung mid air, humming with enchanted energy. A thousand students filled the arena, buzzing with anticipation, chaos, and some definite murder vibes.I moved fast, trying to find a seat near the middle until I slammed hard into a solid wall of heat and muscle.“Oh fuck!” My face smacked into a stone-hard chest. Sparks erupted along my arms. I gasped an
Isandra POVI woke up to a glowing, very LOUD red message on my N.O.V.A. screen: REMINDER: House Selection begins in one hour. Uniform required. Elevators now activated for portal transport.I groaned, rolled over in my obscenely fluffy bed, and blinked blearily at the floating text. “Thanks for the terrifying wake up, Gravemire.”"You love it here,” Gen teased inside my head. “Admit it.”I rolled my eyes, crawled out of bed, and threw on my uniform. A black fitted jacket with silver cuffs, high waisted skirt, stockings and combat boots so fresh I felt like I should commit a crime in them. While brushing my hair, I spotted a pulsing envelope icon on my N.O.V.A. pad.I tapped it. New message from Gravemire Admin Office:“Please review your extracurricular options before House Sorting. You are required to select one activity by the end of your first week.”“Of course it’s required,” I groaned. “God forbid we be magically traumatized in peace.”“Oooo clubs!” Gen chirped. “Pick something
Isandra POVI had just peeled open the second to last page in Gravemire’s welcome packet when I saw it. Big, bold, shiny text across a blood red page:HOUSE SELECTION IS MANDATORY. NO EXCEPTIONS.I blinked at it. “House selection? Like… magical dorm room sorting on steroids?”Below the heading was a sleek enchanted parchment embedded into the page. As I stared, it shimmered and expanded, revealing four rotating sigils.“House Sorting takes place at 9:00 AM in the Grand Arena,” it read. “You will be magically scanned and sorted based on your raw essence. You cannot lie. You cannot refuse. You cannot transfer houses.”Great. So the damn castle was going to assign me a magical Hogwarts on crack dorm based on vibes and trauma. Below the announcement were the four house entries, each with a crest, quote, and glowing bullet points. House VARGHEIMCrest: A snarling wolf’s head surrounded by crescent moons and barbed thornsQuote: “Loyal to the end. Vicious from the start.”Accepts: Shifters
Isandra POV Apparently, I was royalty now. Or cursed. Honestly, it was hard to tell at this point. I stared down at the glowing display on my N.O.V.A. Pad as it pinged again: Room: East Wing, Tower 3, Suite 1 Route locked. Elevator access granted.I looked up. The tower loomed above me like something out of a medieval fever dream. It was black stone spiraling up into the foggy sky, sharp spires like dragon teeth piercing the clouds. Gothic, foreboding… and apparently, mine. “Cool, cool, yeah,” I muttered. “Let’s just toss the traumatized werewolf into a Disney villain tower.”I followed the glowing arrow on my pad to a sleek obsidian elevator tucked into the base of the tower. There were no buttons, just a swirling rune on the wall. The moment my palm hovered near it, the elevator whooshed open and welcomed me with a gust of cool, magically scented air.Inside, a soft voice whispered, “Isandra Haddock. Top floor access. Welcome home.” I blinked. “Home? I barely know my name.” The doo
Isandra POVStepping through the portal felt like getting sucked into the universe’s coldest mouth. Wind screamed past my ears, my stomach dropped like a rollercoaster straight to hell, and my skin tingled in a way that screamed this isn’t natural. Then it all… stopped. Silence. Stillness.And in front of me, rising like something ripped from a horror movie set, was a castle. A massive, looming, gothic nightmare of a castle, complete with spiked towers, creeping ivy, and black stone that shimmered faintly in the twilight like it was made from obsidian and hate.“Oh. We’re doing this,” I muttered under my breath, hugging the cloak tighter around me. It still smelled like burnt air and ozone. “Of course the magic prison school is a fucking vampire mansion.”My boots crunched on crushed white gravel as the magical cops, sorry, the “Arcane Order of Balance”, ushered me forward. I was still cuffed like a felon, soaked to the bone, and I couldn’t even remember my own damn name. I tried. Har
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