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.
Scott POVThe room they gave me was quiet in the way mountains are quiet—too quiet, like the silence was holding its breath.Stone walls, carved smooth by time and magic, reflected the faint glow of lantern light. A simple bed. A low table. A window carved directly into the rock, opening to a vast night sky stitched with stars. Any other night, I might’ve appreciated it.Instead, my stomach twisted.At first, I thought it was nerves. Or hunger. Or the lingering weight of the ceremony—Finn’s face, frozen in charcoal and memory, candles trembling in the cold mountain air. Master Veyron voice breaking when he spoke. Darius standing like a statue carved from grief and rage.I pressed a hand to my abdomen and exhaled slowly.“Get it together,” I muttered.I sat on the bed, then lay back, staring at the ceiling. Stone veins ran through it like cracks in old bones. I closed my eyes, intending only to rest for a moment.That was when the mountain screamed.The explosion wasn’t loud at first—i
Master Veyron POVI 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 merely Ringwardens of Maereth Noctyra’s creations. Over centuries, evil learned to imitate brilliance. Artifacts multiplied. Relics whispered. Power learned to hunger. And beneath this mountain—beneath wards layered so deep even I hesitate to descend—rests what should never be touched.Someone wants it.I felt it the moment the mountain’s pulse shifted, like a heart skipping a beat.
Lyra POVI was still reeling from Master Veyron’s story when Scott scoffed beside me.“Really?” he said. “You expect us to believe that?”I turned toward him sharply. “Scott—”“In the history books,” he continued, voice rising, “Maereth Noctyra was an evil witch. A tyrant. Someone who wanted to wipe out entire realms.”“Scott,” I warned again, lower this time.“And Ringwarden Sorcerers?” He laughed once, humorless. “Never heard of you. And honestly—what kind of stupid name is that?”I punched him in the arm hard enough to knock the breath out of him.“Forgiv
Lyra POVThe silence that followed the old man’s words felt heavier than the blue mana orb that had dragged us here.For a long moment, no one spoke.Scott shifted beside me, arms crossed, jaw tight. His lightning flickered faintly beneath his skin—contained, but barely. I could feel it. Feel him holding back.“First thing,” Scott said at last, breaking the quiet, “I want to know who the hell you people are.”The old man didn’t flinch.He studied Scott the way mountains studied storms—patient, unmoved, ancient.“I am Eldric of the Rings,” he said calmly. “Eldric Veyron. Master of this mountain.”A pause.“You may call me Master Veyron.”He gestured lightly to his side.“The one who brought you here is Kael. The one standing behind him is Darius.”Kael’s jaw tightened at the sound of his name. Darius didn’t move at all.“I’m Lyra Bloodworth,” I said, lifting my chin. “And this is Scott Thane.”At that, Master Veyron’s gaze sharpened—just a fraction.“Thane,” he repeated. “And Bloodwort
Lyra POVWe were surrounded.Not the dramatic kind of surrounded where there’s still a clever way out—no gaps, no hesitation in their stance, no fear in their eyes. Just white-robed figures encircling us in a perfect ring, their feet planted firmly against the cold stone of the mountain path. The wind howled above us, tugging at my cloak like it wanted to drag me off the cliff itself.Scott stood beside me, shoulders tense, fists clenched so tightly I could hear the crackle of lightning answering his anger. Blue sparks crawled across his knuckles, crawling up his arms like living veins of light.He was seconds away.“Scott,” I said quietly.He didn’t look at me.“I said, Scott.” I reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.The lightning flared—then stilled.“They outnumber us,” I said, forcing the words past the knot in my throat. “And they’re not hesitating.”“I can take them,” he growled. “Just give me—”“No.” I tightened my grip. “We can’t win.”That finally made him turn to me
Julianna POVThe house hadn’t changed.That realization hit me the moment I stepped inside, like a punch to the chest I hadn’t braced for. The faint smell of ginger tea lingered in the air. The old clock on the wall still ticked slightly too loud. Even the floorboard near the hallway still creaked when I stepped on it.Home.For a second, I just stood there, my bag slipping from my shoulder, wondering how a place could feel so safe and so fragile at the same time.“Mom?” I called.“In the kitchen,” she answered.Her voice grounded me immediately.I followed it, finding her by the counter, hands wrapped around a mug, eyes tired but sharp in the way only hers ever were. She turned the moment she saw me, and before I could say anything, she crossed the room and pulled me into her arms.I didn’t even try to hold it together.Everything I’d been carrying—the fear, the anger, the confusion—collapsed all at once. I pressed my face into her shoulder, breathing her in, reminding myself that th







