تسجيل الدخولThe 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 leaves stirred by an unseen wind: "Who dares approach the Gate of Aetherborn?" Startled, Seraphine took a step back. "I... I'm Seraphine Vale," she stammered. "I was invited." Silence hung in the air, thick and unnerving. Then a second voice broke through, deeper, smoother, tinged with amusement. "Proclaim your purpose." "I... I don't know," she faltered. "I came because someone told me I'd find answers here. Something is happening to me, and I just want to understand." A pause stretched into eternity. Suddenly, the gate began to shimmer, luminous runes spiraling into existence along its frame. "Step forward, Seraphine Vale. Let Aetherborn gaze upon your soul." A circular symbol on the ground ignited with golden light, surrounded by entwining vines of enchantment. Heart pounding, she hesitated then stepped onto it. In an instant, light erupted beneath her. And then... She was nowhere. Floating. There was no ground beneath her, only soft clouds swirling around her feet, in shades of lilac and periwinkle, alive and shifting like a dream. The air was warm and fragrant. Ethereal birds with translucent wings glided overhead, while violet butterflies the size of her hand flitted among blooms sprouting from invisible walls. In the distance, a silver tree sparkled like starlight, its diamond-like leaves shimmering above arched branches that reached toward a sky of infinite wonder. Seraphine could only stare, wide-eyed and breathless. And then she noticed the birds. Two of them, nestled together in the shimmering branches of the diamond tree, were moving in a way that made her instinctively look away. Just as she diverted her gaze, one bird took flight, disappearing in a cascade of sparkling mist. But the other soared downward towards her. In midair, the creature shifted. Feathers dissolved, wings folding inward, and where the bird had been, a woman emerged. Tall. Ethereal. Her skin glowed like moonlight, hair long and wavy, shimmering in a rich violet hue reminiscent of twilight. Almond-shaped lavender eyes held a depth of knowing. Draped in an opulent robe that glistened like dusk silk, adorned with jewelry that floated just above her skin, she exuded an aura of power. "Did I just witness..." Seraphine stammered. "Were you just...?" "Copulating in my bird form?" the woman said smoothly, one brow arching. "Yes. And yet your first question is not 'how did you just turn into a person?' Humans are always focused on the wrong things." Seraphine blinked, momentarily flustered. "Who... are you?" The woman smiled warmly. "I am Vice Principal Nyx Thorneveil. Welcome to Aetherborn Academy." Seraphine's mind spun. "This place is... I can't even begin to comprehend it." Nyx stepped closer, her lavender eyes narrowing thoughtfully on Seraphine. "You've crossed the threshold. The letter brought you here. You are now one of us. Aetherborn only claims those whose blood resonates with magic, even if they have yet to realize it." "I'm not here to stay!" Seraphine cried out suddenly. "I only came to ask questions! The woman at my school, she said she'd explain everything if I came. I didn't tell anyone or bring anything. I just wanted answers!" Nyx's expression transformed, growing serious. "You arrived on a Full Green Moon," she stated. Seraphine frowned. "So?" "Did she not tell you? The green moon opens the portal only once every hundred years." A chill raced down Seraphine's spine. "Wait... you mean I can't go back?" Nyx regarded her with a small, pitying smile. "Not until the next full green moon." Panic surged. "No, no! I need to go back! My aunt and uncle don't know I'm gone. I wasn't prepared for this. I can't stay here!" "You require nothing from your old life," Nyx reassured her, calm and unyielding. "All that you need will be provided, clothing, books, and a home. You are safe here." "Don't you get it? I didn't choose this! I thought I was coming for answers, not to be trapped in some fantastical school!" Nyx's demeanor shifted, a flash of frost in her voice. "The invitation you received explicitly stated you were chosen to enroll. This is not a mere stopover. You stepped through the gate. You were selected." "But..." Seraphine swallowed hard. "This isn't fair." "Fair?" Nyx's tone sharpened, cutting through the air. "Do you think magic concerns itself with fairness?" An uneasy silence settled between them, the soft gusts of wind rustling the diamond leaves in the background. Finally, Nyx spoke, her voice a gentle balm. "You sought truth, Seraphine. And it is here you will discover it. You are Aetherborn, whether you accept that reality or not." "I don't even know what that means," Seraphine whispered, heart racing with uncertainty. "You will. Soon." With a graceful flick of her wrist, Nyx conjured a shimmering orb of light that danced in the air before them. "Your matron will guide you to your dormitory. For the next seven days, you'll be placed under Watch until your magical strain stabilizes." "My... magical what?" Seraphine stammered, confusion clouding her thoughts. But the radiant orb had already begun to drift away, leaving her no choice but to follow its enchanting glow. Heart racing and mind swirling, she stepped forward into the billowing clouds toward the life she had never asked for. Toward a world from which she could no longer run.The air between them was still warm from Damien’s words when a soft knock broke the silence. Seraphine turned toward the door, startled. “Come in,” she said automatically. The door creaked open, and Caleb stepped inside, half-smiling until he saw Damien standing close to Seraphine, a faint red glow still shimmering from the mask in his hands. “Oh,” Caleb said awkwardly, glancing between them. “Am I interrupting something?” Seraphine blinked, still dazed. “No… uh, not really. We were just…” She looked at Damien, words failing her again. “I just… I need a little time to think. Can I give you my answer later? I didn’t expect this at all, and I still need to process everything.” Damien’s expression softened immediately. He nodded, sliding the letter and mask gently onto her desk. “Of course,” he said quietly. “I’m not here to rush you. Take all the time you need.” He gave her one last lingering look, a mix of hope and restraint before he walked past Caleb and left the room.
The night hummed with quiet magic. Moonlight spilled across Seraphine’s bed like melted silver, tracing the outline of her sleeping form. Her hair fanned across the pillow in dark waves, her breathing soft and steady. Somewhere in the distance, the faint chime of the Academy’s ward bells whispered through the night, a lullaby only dreamers could hear. Then, everything shifted. The air grew warm, the scent of wild jasmine and fire filled her senses, and the world around her shimmered into a dream. She stood in a place between night and dawn, a garden of floating lanterns and dark roses that bled gold at their tips. And there, leaning lazily against a marble column, was Lucien Virelith. He looked the same and yet impossibly unreal, his eyes brighter, his smile softer, and his silver hair glinting under the dreamlight. Seraphine blinked in surprise. “Lucien?” He smirked faintly. “You always say my name like a question.” She folded her arms, feigning annoyance but unable t
Elera staggered back, her pulse hammering. “M…Melinda who?” Cressida’s eyes flickered toward the trembling parrot. The creature’s tiny chest heaved with shallow breaths. “She’s my childhood friend,” Cressida whispered, her voice tight with something that wasn’t quite sorrow, something sharper. “She performed a dark spell years ago. One that went wrong.” Elera’s heart pounded louder. “The Vorem Animis spell?” “Yes,” Cressida said softly. “She… she removed her soul from her body and placed it in this bird. But before she could reverse it, her family found her lifeless body. They thought she was dead.” Her jaw clenched, the candlelight catching the tear that slipped free. “They buried it. And now she’s trapped like this, trapped inside this dying shell.” Elera’s throat tightened. “Oh gods…” Cressida’s voice wavered between grief and rage. “This bird can barely move. Its wings are useless, its heart weak. She’s suffering, Elera. All I want is to move her soul into another parrot, o
The evening sky over Aetherborn Academy shimmered in shades of lilac and gold. The courtyard glowed softly beneath the lanterns hanging from the ancient trees, each orb filled with slow-moving fireflies that twinkled like stars trapped in glass. The air was cool and fragrant with the scent of blooming dusk-lilies. Lyra sat on the marble bench near the fountain, her knees drawn slightly together, chin resting in her palms. Beside her, Elera Vance leaned back, her dark curls catching the dying light. They looked like they belonged in some timeless painting, two girls lost in quiet laughter, the world shrinking until it was only them. “So,” Lyra said, brushing her fingers over a fallen petal, “what color are you wearing for the Masquerade Ball? Because if we accidentally match, everyone will know.” Elera smiled softly. “Then let them. I don’t care if they suspect anything.” Lyra blinked, half-surprised. “You’re the one who wanted us to keep things secret.” Elera’s gaze flickere
The forge beneath Aetherborn Academy burned like the heart of a sleeping dragon. Heat shimmered through the air, waves of molten gold and red licking at the stones. Sparks danced like stars caught in a storm, and in the center of it all stood Damien Drakaris, shirt sleeves rolled, hair damp with sweat, his crimson eyes reflecting the glow of the flames he commanded. The air trembled when he exhaled. Fire wasn’t just his element. It was his pulse, his soul, his birthright. And tonight, it was restless because of her. He held a rod of molten glass between his claws, the orange liquid bending and swirling under his breath of dragonfire. Slowly, deliberately, he shaped it, coaxing it into a smooth, curved mask. Each exhale carried a rhythm, a thought, a name. Seraphine. Her name burned brighter than his forge. He could still see her smile in his mind, hesitant, warm, glowing like light through fog. And her eyes… they always looked like they carried galaxies, and yet somehow, they
The courtyard was quiet, bathed in silver light. Only the sound of steel slicing through the air broke the silence. Kade’s sword arced again, catching the moon’s glow as it spun, then stopped an inch from his neck, perfect form, flawless control yet his focus was elsewhere. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, not from exhaustion, but from distraction. Her face wouldn’t leave his mind. Seraphine. No matter how many times he swung his blade, no matter how many breaths he took to center himself, her voice, her laughter, that look in her eyes after the kiss, it all stayed. Like a song stuck in his head, haunting and beautiful. He gritted his teeth, lowering his sword. Snap out of it. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t dwell on it. But it was impossible not to. He remembered how the moonlight had kissed her skin that night, how close they had been, how everything had just… stopped. The world had held its breath. And then he’d kissed her, terrified and desperate. For one per







