Taming The Reaper's Heir

Nyx’s POV"Come on, Nyx Uren. What is keeping you? You do not want to be late on your very first day, do you?" Mother's bossy voice rang out from some part of the house.I sat frozen at the vanity, glaring at the almost nineteen year old girl who reciprocated the same intensity as I did. We completely ignored the woman who birthed us, yelling from the ground floor.It was 5:45am and I was still in my pyjamas, my peroxide blonde hair in utter disarray. My icy blue eyes tinged with sadness at the thought of all that had transpired in the past one year.All Mother ever thought about was how the circumstances in my life affected her and she was always quick to make hasty decisions on them, without consulting me, without giving a flying fuck about how these circumstances and decisions affected me.I was done. This time around, I was putting my foot down. She would not make me miss a year and then go back to be a spring onion, the outcast.Never.I heard her hurried footsteps as they marche

Nyx’s POVIt had been three days since I resumed. Three days of constant isolation by my fellow students. Three days of vile ignoring and vicious death glares from my roommate and Penelope.Of persistent eyes watching my every move. Three days of living in the fear of Otis Agni. Meeting him had only made my stay here worse.That day at the cafeteria, he had promised to check up on me often and ensure we caught up on old times.To any other person, that sounded like a friendly offer. But I knew it was not and I was scared to think of what he had planned out for me.The rumours had grown even more stronger and recruited more hate for me. I wondered how stupid everyone was to believe such lies of someone that they had not even met.Apart from the sick welcome I had received upon my arrival, school was nice. The classes were fun and the teachers were patient.I was in Environment class, listening attentively to the wizard lecturer drone on about how important each creature was in the cont

Nyx’s POVI stepped into class right in time for the first class of the day as the shrill sound of the bell chimed in my ears. I hurried to my seat, knowing that the teacher would be stepping into class soon.Pulling out my tablet from my bag, I went on to preview my schedule for the day and my eyes lit up.History and Ethics.History was my first love, fueled by my curiosity to learn about other supers other than myself. My…condition was another reason I immersed myself in history books and as I swiped through the lesson for the day, I realized they were all familiar to me. I could proudly say that I had already studied the entire lesson for the day.“This is going to be interesting…” I smiled to myself as I reviewed the notes on my tablet. The academy tablet is a customized tablet given to every student, which usually consists of their unique class schedule, daily lessons, study guides, and a review at the end of each lesson.I received mine earlier in the week and was pretty thril

Nyx's POVI had no idea when I slept off, but by the time I open my eyes, the golden rays of dusk seeped through the window panes, illuminating the room with a warm yellow glow.How did I sleep all afternoon? Did Narin put something in the food she got for me? I thought to rest for some time before going back to class. Where did the time go?Rubbing my groggy eyes, I tried to get rid of the remaining traces of sleep from me. I had to admit, that was one good nap, but I couldn't help but shake off the feeling that I was missing something. Like there was somewhere I needed to be.I stretched my stiff limbs, sitting up on my bed afterwards while inhaling deeply. My eyes suddenly flung open at the foreign smell that hit my nose. What was that smell?I lifted my nose in the air again, sniffing in the weird fragrance that filled the room. As I inhaled the sweet yet pungent smoke, I felt like my senses were slowly being transported to a serene and mystical realm and my eyes slowly began to

Nyx’s POV “Excuse me.“ I muttered, shrugging past the throng of students who were chattering with their friends in the hallway. Everyone in Salvador academy seemed to be in some group or pack, while I was just…existing alone. To be honest, I really didn’t mind though, as long as no one bothered me I was okay. The past week was pretty bearable, and as I walked to class that morning I hoped for the best. The thing with Salvador academy is that you never know what to expect, so you have to keep your fingers crossed most of the time. I got into class, making myself comfortable in my seat. Only a handful of students had arrived, and a few of them spared me smiles and little waves which I returned. That was the highest form of interaction I’ve had with other students. A little smile here, a small wave here. No real conversations, but it felt hella good to know that a few people acknowledged my existence. Frankly, I didn’t care about being popular at Salvador Academy. My plate was full