When Seraphine Vale is lured to an academy hidden beyond reality, she discovers a realm of castles in the sky, myth-born creatures, and a destiny tangled in a forgotten prophecy. Secrets whisper through the halls of Aetherborn, and four dangerously powerful, undeniably hot, famous boys seem oddly drawn to her. As the academy tests her magic, her memories, and her heart, Seraphine must uncover the real reason she was brought here… And what ancient power awakens when the stars finally align. Welcome to Aetherborn. Nothing here is what it seems.
View MoreThe wind howled fiercely, like a wild animal, matching the raging fire that engulfed the old hall. Flames flickered against the stone walls, casting eerie shadows that swirled in the chaos of the night. Blood stained the marble floor, glistening in the madness, while screams, some chilling, others heartbreakingly human echoed through the grand columns that had stood tall for centuries.
In the center of this turmoil stood a girl with striking blue eyes, unmoving, her face unreadable. A crown of fire flickered above her, flames entwining in her hair like a haunting halo. She didn't cry; not a single tear fell from her eyes. Maybe she should have. With a shaking hand, she reached out toward the grand gate, beautifully designed from bones and shimmering moonstone, locked tight by magic long forgotten. Now, ancient symbols glowed brightly, almost as if they responded to her presence and her pain. The gate seemed to remember her. Behind her lay four boys, broken and hurt. One of them coughed up thick, silver-tinged blood, his body barely holding on to life. Another struggled against chains made not of metal, but woven from his sorrow. A third boy lay completely still, his heart glowing gently in her hand like a precious treasure. The last boy looked at her with an unwavering loyalty that was hard to explain, dragging himself forward despite his injuries. "Seraphine," he gasped, his voice filled with desperation. "Please don't..." She turned slowly to face him not with anger, but with a deep sadness that seemed to come from countless lifetimes. Her voice was soft and gentle. "They will keep coming," she whispered, her tone steady. "As long as I am alive, this world will never find peace." "No, please!" he begged. "We'll figure something out. We always do!" A sorrowful smile briefly touched her lips. "We've lived many lives trying to change this, and look where it has brought us." Then her expression shifted, a sudden clarity filling her eyes. Memories rushed back to her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her with buried truths. Her gaze sharpened as she looked at the four boys, fury and grief shining in her eyes. "One of you betrayed me," she said, her voice trembling now. "One of you betrayed us. I see it all now. I remember everything." The boys glanced at one another in shock, their expressions twisted with disbelief. "I trusted you. I loved you. I cherished you. How could you do this?" Her voice broke. "Because of you, the world will burn. The prophecy will shatter. Chaos will reign." She stepped forward. "Show yourself. I know who you are. If there's even an ounce of humanity left in you, stand up." But before anyone could speak, the world erupted. The gate burst into brilliant light, pulling the girl into its fiery embrace. Flames, wind, and anguished screams swirled inward as if the very universe was collapsing. A dazzling light filled the hall, and the world cried out in pain, a sorrowful sound echoing through time. And then, everything... everything... Was swallowed by silence.The orb of light danced ahead like a gentle star, casting its warm glow across the swirling path of clouds beneath Seraphine's feet. She followed, still reeling from the inexplicable journey that had brought her here. There were no walls, no ceiling just an endless expanse of sky swirling in deep purples, blush pinks, and smoky blues, as if she were walking through a dream yet to fully decide its form. As she wandered, the cloud pathway wound into a breathtaking clearing, and there it stood: a grand arched doorway seeming to rise from thin air. Carved from marble so pure it shimmered, veined with silver and etched with glowing runes, the door pulsated faintly like a heartbeat and then opened with a soft sigh. Beyond it lay not a mere hallway, nor even a room, but an entire world. Before her stretched a vast chamber afloat in the sky, as solid as stone yet shimmering with the magic of five magnificent castles, each one stemming from a different realm, as if stitched together by u
The world beyond the cellar door was a realm unlike anything on Earth. Seraphine stepped onto a lush, emerald carpet that unfurled like a pathway through an enchanting twilight. The air hung heavy with the scent of lavender mingled with the crackle of lightning. Floating lanterns danced above her, their gentle glow casting playful shadows on ancient stone walls that seemed to thrum with a powerful magic. Her heart raced as she walked forward, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the stillness. And then she saw it. A gate. Massive. Arched. Timeless. Crafted from dark, shimmering stone and veined with glimmers of silver and glowing green crystal, the gate loomed at the foot of a colossal mountain. Vines snaked around its edges, adorned with strange flowers that pulsed with an ethereal light. Yet despite its breathtaking beauty, the gate stood resolutely shut. Seraphine reached out, pressing her palms against the stone. Nothing. Then a whisper, like the rustling of lea
The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavily in the air, an unrelenting reminder of judgment. Seraphine sat rigidly in a cracked leather chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap to quell their trembling. Only ten minutes had passed since the fire alarm blared, yet the principal's office radiated the tension of a courtroom awaiting a verdict. Across from her, the principal sat with her lips pressed into a thin line, as if she'd just swallowed something bitter. Beside her, the school nurse tended to a small cut on Seraphine's temple, one she couldn't even recall acquiring. "We're still investigating the incident," the principal declared slowly, each word dragging like splinters across the surface of her composure. "But the evidence suggests... You were at the center of the blast radius." Silence enveloped Seraphine. What could she possibly say? Apologies for accidentally freezing time and detonating the lab? Not to mention glowing and potentially teleporting? Instead, she
The next morning, Seraphine crept down the stairs in her oversized sleep shirt and the faded slippers she kept hidden from the world. The hallway light buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sterile glow that always lingered in her aunt and uncle's estate, reminiscent of a hotel that didn't expect its guests to linger long. When she reached the laundry room, an unsettling silence met her. Seraphine paused at the doorway. A brand new washing machine gleamed back, chrome and pristine, still encased in plastic wrap. But in her mind, the shadow of the other one loomed, the one that had... exploded. As she edged closer, doubts swirled. Was this some cruel trick? She reached out tentatively, as if it might bite her. "You're lucky no one else saw it," a voice chimed in, making her jump. Juna, one of the housemaids, stood just behind her, a folded towel resting against her hip. Her soft brown eyes, perpetually warm yet weary, seemed to know more than she let on. "You replaced it?"
Seraphim Vale shot a seething glare at the washing machine, as if it had just delivered a personal insult that cut deep. "It's just clothes!" she spat, slamming the dial for what felt like the fifth time. "Not some dark ritual!" The ancient machine, wheezing in its notorious demeanor, quivered ominously... and then fell into silence once again. Classic. Leaning in, she scrutinized the dials. Delicate, Normal, Demon-Summoning... Nope. This time, it was just her overactive imagination buzzing. Yet the whole scenario felt like a cosmic joke. Here she was, seventeen years old, not only battling frizz-prone hair and grappling with abandonment issues, but also wrestling with what seemed to be a cursed kitchen appliance. Outside the dingy laundry room window, her uncle's daunting mansion towered beneath a cold, unforgiving sky, a leviathan more castle than home. Everything was polished and empty, much like the people who roamed its expansive halls. Then click! She jumped. "
The wind howled fiercely, like a wild animal, matching the raging fire that engulfed the old hall. Flames flickered against the stone walls, casting eerie shadows that swirled in the chaos of the night. Blood stained the marble floor, glistening in the madness, while screams, some chilling, others heartbreakingly human echoed through the grand columns that had stood tall for centuries. In the center of this turmoil stood a girl with striking blue eyes, unmoving, her face unreadable. A crown of fire flickered above her, flames entwining in her hair like a haunting halo. She didn't cry; not a single tear fell from her eyes. Maybe she should have. With a shaking hand, she reached out toward the grand gate, beautifully designed from bones and shimmering moonstone, locked tight by magic long forgotten. Now, ancient symbols glowed brightly, almost as if they responded to her presence and her pain. The gate seemed to remember her. Behind her lay four boys, broken and hurt. One of them cou
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