MasukMaster Veyron POV
I have lived long enough to recognize the shape of disaster before it arrives.
It does not always come with thunder or screams. Sometimes it announces itself in silence—quiet footsteps behind a door that should not open, a presence I know as well as my own breath.
The truth the students learned tonight was only half of what we guard.
We are not me
Kaid POVFog filled the air when I woke. Broken pieces lay everywhere around me.Nothing left of the courtyard now. Holes pocked the earth where steps once led. Fire climbed jagged rock, reaching skyward. Shapes writhed through smoke, bending without bones. Pupils sprawled in uneven heaps - one coughing, another not moving at all. Red trails marked the stones between them.Fingers slick, the stuff clung thick before I even noticed.Blood soaked my hands, climbing past the wrist. The claws jutted forward, stretched beyond their usual size, unsteady. They glistened, wet, hanging low under their own weight.“What… did I do?”A shriek tore into the fog.Scott.Down he knelt, two dozen paces off, hands pressed tight against his ribs. Red spread across the fabric of his clothes. From that distance, his gaze caught me - those ocean-colored eyes I had seen since childhood.Kaid…” He spoke softly.
Elias POVMy eyes flew open with a shout. Screaming filled the room as I came awake.The belt pressed hard against my chest before I even moved. Down spun the car - ripping metal, shattering glass, sky swapping with ground without warning. This moment had been lived before. That shirt clung tight. Beaten shoes on the floor. Fear rising like smoke."Stop!" I shouted, the very word ripped from me again like before. "Just stop fighting."A loud crash against the metal rail. Smoke rises. The vehicle trembles, teeters at the edge. After that, a slow fall into empty space. Noise fades. Only wind now. Ground far below.The wheels turned. One time. Then again. A third spin. Metal bent down from above. My legs stuck beneath the panel, mashed, lifeless, broken somehow. Blood spilled into my throat. Mother shouted from up ahead. Father said nothing - nothing at all.Fires rose out of the motor’s core.I couldn’t move.Frozen g
Solara POVAwake now, staring at gray steel, sharp scents filling the air around me.The Purity lab.Light bounced off pale walls. Overhead, the glow stung my eyes. Restraints dug into skin at arms and legs. Back in this place once more. Same as when they first dragged me away.“No… not this place again.” The words left my throat sharp, shaky. “Let me go.”I tried to summon fire. Just a spark. Nothing. My phoenix flames — the one thing that always came when I needed them — refused to answer.Out of nowhere, a known voice filled the air from the speakers.“Subject 47. Solara Phoenix project. Let’s begin the mana extraction process.”A sudden movement broke the silence as the doorway parted. It opened by itself, without a sound.Faces peeked from under hoods, coated in plastic shields. A figure stepped forward, gripping glass that hummed with light inside.
Lyra POVI opened my eyes to find the chandelier was already dripping with a liquid, it was blood.Just as the light shined through crimson crystal, making every turning a reflection scarlet. The grand dining hall of the Bloodworth mansion, a room so huge it stretched around me, marble floors gleaming, walls lined with portraits of my grandmother whose eyes always seemed to follow you wherever you went. My black velvet dress hung loose on narrow shoulders, lace sleeves swallowing my hands. The chair beneath me felt too big; my feet didn’t quite touch the floor.I looked down at my plate. A single crystal goblet sat there, half-full of thick, dark liquid. Still warm. The scent hit me—copper and iron and something sweeter, like rotting roses.My stomach turned.The long table was set for a ceremony. Candles burned with red flames. My family sat in their places: Taylor on the left, posture perfect, elder-sister smile already sharpene
Lila POVThe light came in wrong when I woke up. Things felt off right away.Above, space stretched upward, endless. Underneath, the mattress rocked, unsteady, as if caught in waves. Sheets pulled tight around my body, heavy. Into sight came my fingers, slow. They stayed there, still, in front of my eyes.A tiny shape rests there. Fuzzy edges give way to gentle curves. Little rolls form at each knuckle. These belong to someone young.A tightness gripped my throat, stealing the air. What’s happening, I thought, sound cracking like dry wood. This time, silence wouldn’t hold. The mist must have gotten to me.“Lila, honey.”I turned.There she was, my mother wearing that blue dress she loved so much, her hair gathered neatly like on holidays long ago. A quiet smile spread across her face - soft, familiar - the kind she wore when we were young and the world seemed gentle. Her eyes held mine, steady, just like they d
Lily POVWide awake, my eyes flew open.Everything looked… bigger.Above me stretched the ceiling, far off as clouds. Lying there, the mattress seemed huge, its covers pulling me deep. My hands rose slowly, caught in the quiet light.Little fingers. Round wrists. Hands of a young one.“No,” I whispered, voice high and piping. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening.”Fear hit fast. Together my palms slammed shut. Out burst mana - purple force tearing through air. Glass-like, the false world split open, fractures sprinting along walls, huge chairs and tables dissolving into shimmering powder. Gone then was the small frame of a kid.Footsteps steady, she stood - once more her full height, calm as ever. The Lily people knew filled the space, quiet but certain.Yet the space had vanished.Out there, heat wobbled above the sand, a slow breath without sound. Sun hammered down - white glare swa
Julianna POVThe day seemed like any other. The sun shone faintly through the broken towers of Paranormal High, and the smell of burnt stone still lingered in the air.But deep down, I knew it wasn’t an ordinary morning.Last night, none of us could come up with a convincing
Julianna POV“My name is Julianna Harris,” I began softly. “I recently found out I’m a Chronokeeper. My past self was called Wanda Chronos.”At that name, Oberis Faelora, the Fairy King, froze. His eyes flickered with recognition.“I don’t remember much of her life,” I said q
Julianna POVThe council chamber buzzed with power and tension so thick it could choke you. The air shimmered faintly with divine mana — the residue of beings too ancient, too powerful, to belong in this realm for long.The debate had raged for what felt like hours, and even though
Dominic Blackwood POVYears passed, though I could never measure how many. Time had no meaning after Seren’s death.I still taught at Paranormal High for a while. My lectures were flawless, my discipline unbending, but my students whispered about me behind my back. “Cold,” they said. “Cruel. No one







