LOGINJulianna POV
I smiled as I opened the door of my room and almost gasped at the sight of the vase space before me, the room was enormous! With Living room, kitchen and there are two more hallways. It felt like a house rather than a room.
The interior theme is black and the furniture theme is white. There are paintings hanging on the wall.
"Roommate."a voice said, I looked at the one who's spoken. I saw the woman leaning against a wall.
Her long black hair that is knee-length, black lipstick, black eyeliner, black nails, and is wearing a black t-shirt and black pants.
She looks like a rebellious girl when you look at her with the chewing gum in her mouth leaning on the wall and cross arms.
"Welcome roommate! My name is Lyra Bloodworth, and I'm your beautiful vampire roommate!" She exclaimed, transforming into a bat and then flew closer to me and returned to her human form.
As she stood before me, my gaze was drawn to her mouth, where two razor-sharp fangs gleamed in the light. Their shiny surface seemed to reflect the dim glow of the room, making them appear even more pronounced. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I struggled to swallow, my eyes fixed on the deadly-looking teeth.
I felt a bit scared but she smiled and said"Ughm ... Can you speak? Hello? Can you see me?"
I blinked so she laughed.
"Hi?" I felt awkward so she smiled.
"Did I scare you? sorry about that." She said and smiled. "Don't worry, I don't drink human blood. I prefer drinking pure blood of animals." She said with a chuckle.
"Ughm ... Do you have a name? If you don't have any, I have a name for you." She said so I laughed.
I relaxed a bit and introduced myself "I'm Julianna Harris."I said with a smile.
Lyra face lit up "Nice to meet you Julie!" She said cheerfully and took my hand.
"Let's go explore our room together!"
"This is my room." She said and opened the black door. I was almost amazed at the theme of her room. Witch theme and there are voodoo dolls on her table side.
"I forgot to tell you, I'm a fan of Witches but I'm a pure vampire, so don't worry." She clarified with a laugh.
"And this is your room!" She said cheerfully and opened the black door and exposed me to the black room that was not yet very decorated.
"Your room has no decoration yet but it has a nice aura and I'm sure if you put decoration on it, it will be nice. I can help with that if you want" She asked me so l shook my head and laughed.
"Don't worry about me, I'm sure I can handle that." I said.
"Okay. If you say so." She says.
She walked me around our room and only now did I realize that our room had a comfortable bathroom with a swimming pool and a massive TV screen in the common area. Okay so this school is really amazing. Complete with appliances.
As we continued the tour I asked "How long have you been here?"
"Just yesterday." She replied. " I just moved room because my old room will be renovated and turned into a room for the Thanes.
I was curious "Thanes...?"
Lyra laughed mischievously "You'll meet them soon. I'll tell you later in the dining hall because there's a chance we'll see them." She said so I nodded.
Just then the room shook.
Earthquake? I said in shock
Lyra laughed "Don't worry it's not natural, the youngest of the Thanes did it." She said
I raised my eyebrows intrigued by the abilities of the Thanes
"Huh?"
"Yes, Scott Thane did it, don't worry you will get used to it." She said so I was even more curious about the Thanes.
Julianna POVWe left the burial ground before the last mourners had even turned away.The hill felt colder than it should have, the wind carrying the smell of fresh-turned earth and pine. Scott’s face was hard, eyes locked on the path leading down to the elder hall. He hadn’t spoken much since the guards took Seraphine, just one sentence, low and certain, like he was trying to convince himself as much as me.“We’re not waiting for them to decide her fate.”I didn’t argue. The guilt still sat heavy in my chest, sharp as broken glass. One second. I had held Liora’s hand for one second before I let go to help an old woman who’d fallen. One second. If I hadn’t, Cassian wouldn’t have had to run. He’d still be here, teasing Seraphine, ruffling Liora’s hair, alive. But the timeline had its own rules. Changing it could erase Scott’s entire childhood, erase him. So I’d stood by while a man died to save a child.And I hated myself for it.We went straight to Thorne.He was alone in the yard beh
Julianna POVThe burial ground sat on a low hill above Aethercradle, where the wind always carried the smell of river water and pine. Dawn had come slow and gray, the sky the color of old bruises. A simple stone marker had been raised for Cassian overnight, rough-hewn granite, his name carved deep, no flourish, no epitaph. Just the dates. Too short. Too final.The village gathered in a loose half-circle. No one spoke above a whisper. Mothers held children close. Men stood with arms folded tight, jaws clenched. The air felt heavy, like it was pressing down on all of us at once.Elara stood closest to the grave. Thorne’s arm was around her waist, but she wasn’t leaning on him, she was holding herself upright by sheer will. Tears streamed down her face in steady, silent rivers. She didn’t sob. She didn’t wail. She just cried, like her body had forgotten how to stop.Thorne’s face was stone, eyes red-rimmed, mouth a flat line, bu
Scott POVThe square was already a graveyard of shattered lanterns and smoldering tables when Seraphine finally moved.She stayed on her knees for one endless second—staring at Cassian’s body like if she looked long enough he might breathe again. Then something inside her snapped. Smoke still curled from scorched stone. The crowd had backed away, far away, like instinct knew better than to stay near a Primarch when the silence came before the storm.The ground beneath her cracked.Not a clean split. A jagged spiderweb of fractures raced outward, stone grinding like teeth. The air turned hot and cold at once—steam rising from the earth while frost crawled up the nearest bench. Her mana surged—wild, uncontainable. A low moan escaped her throat and became a shout.Wind exploded from her in every direction.It hit like a hammer. Villagers screamed as they were flung backward. Tables overturned. Lanterns shattered
Scott POVThe cheering hadn’t even died when the sky cracked open.One second the square was full of lantern glow and laughter—Liora spinning in circles with ribbons in her hair, Seraphine flushed and grinning from her performance, villagers clapping like they’d never seen anything better. The next second the air turned thick, electric. A low rumble rolled through the ground like distant thunder trapped under stone.I felt it before I heard it.A shiver down my spine. The kind that comes right before lightning.Seraphine felt it too. Her smile vanished. She spun toward the riverbank, ice already frosting her palms.“Revenants,” she breathed.Three shapes rose from the darkness beyond the square—tall, churning, wrong.Fire first: a column of flame thirty feet high, black smoke threading through it like veins. Earth next: a hulking thing of grinding stone and root, fire licking along its cracks
Julianna POVThe morning before the festival felt like the village had woken up smiling. Sunlight poured through the open windows of the house, turning dust motes into tiny sparks. Liora ran circles around the kitchen table, waving a string of paper lanterns she’d helped fold the night before. “Mira! Mira! Look! They glow when you hang them high enough!”I laughed and caught her as she spun too fast. “They’re beautiful. You’re going to make the whole square shine.”Seraphine stood at the counter, arms crossed, pretending she wasn’t watching us. “They’re crooked,” she muttered.“They’re perfect,” I said, setting Liora down. “You’re just jealous you didn’t make them.”She rolled her eyes but the corner of her mouth twitched. Progress.Scott appeared in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair still damp from washing. He carried a
Scott POVMorning light sliced through the pines in thin gold blades. The clearing behind the house still smelled of dew and last night’s rain. Seraphine was already there when I arrived, pacing tight circles, hands flexing like she was itching to throw something. Julianna trailed a few steps behind me, arms folded, pretending she was only here to “keep an eye on things.” I didn’t argue. Having her close made the air feel less thin.“You’re late,” Seraphine said without looking up.“It’s barely dawn.”“Exactly.” She stopped pacing, planted her feet, and summoned a small flame in her palm. It flickered—too wild, eating mana too fast. “Show me again. The way you did yesterday. Slow. Controlled.”I exhaled through my nose and stepped into the center of the clearing. Julianna settled on a fallen log at the edge, knees drawn up, watching quietly.“Firs







