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#3 Houses of Hell
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2025-09-16 14:18:38Isandra POV
I 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 VARGHEIM Crest: A snarling wolf’s head surrounded by crescent moons and barbed thorns Quote: “Loyal to the end. Vicious from the start.” Accepts: Shifters, battle born witches, bloodline bound heirs, monster kin Traits: Loyalty, endurance, pack mentality, protective rage Vibe: Warrior scholars with a death grip on honor Known for: Military leaders, enforcers, pack alphas, royal guards These were your sword swinging, head ripping, fuck around and find out types. The ride or die crowd. The “touch my sister and I’ll skin you alive” energy. “Wolf house,” Gen purred. “Smells like home.” House NOCTISHADE Crest: A bat winged crown dripping in black ichor and wrapped in a veil of thorns Quote: “Whispers rule longer than war cries.” Accepts: Vampires, necromancers, shadow wielders, illusionists Traits: Strategy, grace, cold ambition, secrets Vibe: Gothic masterminds and seductive sociopaths Known for: Politicians, assassins, spymasters, cursed nobility Okay, yeah. If hot bloodsuckers were going to throw parties where they poison their wine just for fun, they’d be from Nocti-fucking-Shade. “They probably have secret orgies and debate philosophy over corpses.” I wasn’t not intrigued. House DRACOVANTH Crest: A flaming dragon skull crowned in gold, surrounded by shattered chains Quote: “Born in fire. Bound to no one.” Accepts: Dragon blooded, wild mages, chaosborn, summoners Traits: Passion, rebellion, raw power, explosive magic Vibe: Elemental freaks and freedom-loving revolutionaries Known for: Warlocks, elementalists, weaponized royalty, fire slinging chaos gods These were the ones who never shut up in class, punched their professors, and probably moaned during combat training. “Sexy. Dangerous. Dumb as hell. I want one.” House VENMIRE Crest: A double headed serpent devouring itself, coiled around a dagger Quote: “Control is the purest form of power.” Accepts: Cursesmiths, potionmasters, sirens, mind witches, hybrids Traits: Intelligence, manipulation, precision, emotional mastery Vibe: Poison girls with perfect eyeliner and boys who’d gaslight a demon Known for: Alchemists, spellcrafters, charmers, blackmailers, soul binders Oh this was the bad bitch house. The “don’t fuck with me unless you want your soul liquefied and your heart sold on the black market” energy. “That’s our backup house,” Gen whispered. I rubbed my face and stared at the packet like it personally offended me. “Great. I get to be soul scanned and spiritually labeled by a floating arena. And what if I don’t like any of these houses? What if I’m just a tired girl with great hair and a wolf in her head?” The page pulsed in reply. A final line etched itself at the bottom: “The castle knows your truth, even if you don’t.” I stared at it, my heart thudding. That was the terrifying part. Because I didn’t know anything about myself. Not what I liked. Not what I feared. Not what I'd done to land here. But I knew one thing for damn sure: Whichever house I ended up in? It would learn real quick not to underestimate me. The N.O.V.A. pinged again. Orientation Countdown: 13 hours. Uniform ready. Portal transport at 8:30 AM sharp. I glanced at my black uniform hanging on the closet door. Midnight silk. Silver stitched collar. High waisted skirt with stockings. I touched it gently, then looked back at the packet, rereading each house again. Warrior wolves. Aristocratic shadows. Fire born rebels. Poison wielding masterminds. I had no memories. No family I could remember. No idea what house I belonged to. But the castle did. And tomorrow, it would decide who I was. Or maybe, just maybe…...I’d decide that for myself.
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