LOGINOne heartbreak turned Violet Black into a monster. After catching her boyfriend with her sister, Violet’s rage awakened deadly powers she never knew she had, powers that killed, and exposed her to a world she was never meant to see. Now trapped in Avenmoor Academy, a brutal sanctuary where magic is law, cruelty is currency, and monsters wear school uniforms, Violet wants nothing more than to disappear, to bury her rage and guilt, to forget what she did, what she lost and what she became. But fate is merciless… and so are the six supernatural men who claim her as theirs. Feral, obsessive, and bound to her by something ancient. They don’t ask for permission. They burn for her. And the deeper they drag her into their world, the harder it becomes to remember why she ever wanted to escape. Violet isn’t searching for love. She craves silence, freedom, and control over the chaos boiling inside her, but the past never stays buried. And as forgotten sins stain her skin and long-lost truths claw their way back to the surface, Violet learns that some monsters rule kingdoms, some soulmates destroy gently and some destinies require a bloody body count before they offer peace.
View MoreViolet’s POVI stopped running only when my lungs started actively trying to murder me and I felt they were no longer near me or breathing down my neck.Blue skidded beside me, panting little cinnamon clouds like she’d just completed dragon bootcamp.And just as I bent down, hands on my knees, trying not to die on Lycan soil, everything inside me froze.Not metaphorical froze, but actual froze.My breath caught mid-inhale. My heart stumbled like it suddenly forgot how to beat because stretched out in front of us was… a field that did not belong to this world.A field that looked like someone took the word “impossible,” set it on fire, then danced on the ashes.It wasn’t just beautiful, it was terrifyingly beautiful.The grass wasn’t green, it shimmered silver, bending and flowing like liquid metal in a breeze I couldn’t feel. Flowers the size of my head unfurled slowly, petals shifting colors with every heartbeat rose, violet, gold, back to rose again. Tiny lights floated through the
Violet’s POVI ran like the entire forest had personally declared war on my vagina.Blue thundered beside me, wings tucked tight, claws ripping trenches in the moss, eyes wide and wild with the same panic I felt thrumming in my veins.Every breath tasted like pine and terror and the faint, lingering echo of my own arousal, because apparently my body had decided this was the perfect moment to be a traitorous slut.Behind us, somewhere in the green-black dark, two voices were counting down in perfect, terrifying unison.“Seven.”Zaiden’s voice, warm and teasing and promising filth.“Six.”Zyran’s voice, cold and absolute and promising ruin.My heart tried to claw its way out of my chest.Why are they in the forest?Why are they doing this?Ten minutes ago I’d been standing in ancient ruins holding a shadow flower like a badass, and now I was sprinting for my life and my virginity while two lycan princes hunted me like their favorite new sport.This was not in the brochure.“Five.”I vau
Violet’s POV The forest looked like it had been carved out of nightmares and then decorated by a god with a sense of humor. Trees the size of skyscrapers, bark black and glossy like obsidian, roots thick as houses twisting above the ground like tentacles. Vines dripping with flowers that opened and closed like mouths. Moss that glowed faint violet, my color, which felt like a personal insult. Mist curling low, thick enough to taste, carrying the scent of iron and something sweet-rotting. The silence wasn’t peaceful, it was the kind of silence that watches you, waits for you to make a wrong move, then decides whether you get to keep your limbs. The kind of silence that whispers run even when nothing is chasing you… yet. I was alone, completely utterly and frankly.. deliciously alone. No Inara clinging to me like a safety blanket. No Abigail threatening to stab the air molecules around me. Just me and Blue, lumbering proudly at my side like a smug toddler everyone fea
Violet’s POVI stood in the middle of my room in nothing but my underwear, staring at the pile of Hunt gear like it had personally betrayed me.Black reinforced leather pants which were tight enough to make breathing optional.A cropped, sleeveless top made of some kind of weird animal-scale weave that clung to every curve and left my midriff completely bare.Arm guards etched with runes that glowed faintly when I flexed, thigh holsters and knee-high boots with hidden blades in the soles.A cloak the color of midnight that shimmered like spilled oil.I looked like a walking wet dream designed by someone who wanted me dead and horny at the same time.Perfect.I could not stop replaying last night, every second of it.My own fingers sliding through slick heat my back arching off the bed.The way I’d moaned their names, Zaiden’s low and filthy, Zyran’s sharp and desperate like I was summoning demons and the entire time, they’d been right outside my door.Listening, smelling and burning.
Violet’s POVI stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, steam still curling off my skin from the bath, and just… stared.My body was changing again, not in the normal way but, “I ate too many demon cakes” way. In the “who the hell is this girl and why is she wearing my skin” way.My curves s
Zyran’s POVThe moon is full tonight, fat and silver and cruel, hanging over the Dominion like it’s mocking me.I should be out running the borders or tearing something apart with my teeth.Instead I’m standing in this ancient wing, staring out a window like a lovesick pup who just got kicked in th
Violet’s POVThe forest went dead silent and not the peaceful kind of quiet it was the kind that happens right before a bomb detonates.Zaiden’s smile was gone and Zyran’s face was carved from ice and murder.Both of them stood behind me, close enough that their combined heat and frost and fire au
Violet’s POVThe moment my feet hit the ground, my brain stopped working.The Lycan Kingdom...at least the outskirts the portal spat us into wasn’t what i expected, i was expecting gloom, stone, shadows, and maybe a few dead bodies hanging in the trees because that’s what my brain filed under “Lyca






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