LOGINZeda held her breath, her eyes locked onto the black limousine as she waited impatiently for the dark backseat window glass to roll down completely.But the second she thought she might catch a glimpse of Vyr, the vehicle began to pull away.She gasped, a soft sound of disbelief escaping her lips as she realized the traffic ahead was finally starting to clear.Cursing the terrible timing under her breath, she leaned her head out of the open window, squinting to see how far the limousine could go. The road ahead was entirely free now.Her heart sank as the sleek car picked up speed, its bright red taillights glowing and seeming to mock her desperate attempt.To anyone passing by, she probably looked like some excited girl seeing a luxury limousine for the very first time in her life.They had no idea that her frantic attention had absolutely nothing to do with the expensive vehicle itself, and everything to do with the cold, red-eyed vampire she knew was sitting inside, probably swirli
Zeda burst through the front door of her apartment, her heart hammering against her ribs as the ticking clock in her head grew louder.Carrie wasn’t home yet, so she began scrambling around the room, grabbing her essentials while pulling out her phone to dial her roommate.Carrie answered on the second ring, her voice bright. "Hey, Zee! What's up?""Carrie, the mage kingdom is going for a mission right now," Zeda breathed out, her hands moving rapidly as she rifled through her drawers."I was selected among the twenty people tasked to carry it out, and we’re leaving immediately.”There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by the rustle of Carrie shifting around."Wait, really? When are you guys supposed to come back to the academy?""Tomorrow," Zeda replied, tossing a few items onto her bed. "We will be staying away just for a single night.""Oh wow, okay! Congratulations, Zee," Carrie said excitedly, then her tone became cautious. "But please, you have to stay safe out
The silence in the conference room stretched thin as Mr. Percival leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the center of the table. "The village we are targeting is remote," he began, his voice echoing slightly against the high ceiling. "The closest hotel is a small, local establishment, and we were only able to secure thirteen rooms for the entire group. “Between the twenty mages, the driver, and the five medical staff joining you, there are twenty-six people in total. That means we will be doubling up. You’ll have to pair with a partner to share a room for the duration of the stay."Lucas blinked, his eyebrows shooting up toward his hairline as he let out a sharp breath. "That’s it? That’s the big inconvenience?"Zeda let out a long, quiet sigh of relief. She had been braced for something grueling, perhaps an announcement that they would be forced to go without supplies. Sharing a room felt manageable. It wasn't exactly a luxury, but for a short mission, it was hardly a disaster. She k
Everyone sat perfectly still, their eyes locked on the Director as he prepared to lay out the stakes of their sudden summons. Mr. Percival leaned back, the leather of his chair creaking under the weight of his authority. "There is a group of dangerous, rebellious, rogue supernatural beings causing trouble," Mr. Percival began, his voice devoid of emotion. "Our intel suggests they plan to attack a nearby human village by dawn tomorrow. “Their goal is to seize it, likely to turn it into a permanent refuge or a base of operations for further raids. I want you to stop them before they even reach the perimeter." The air in the room seemed to chill. Zeda felt a prickle of unease crawl up her spine. A village. Real people with real lives were being targeted by things they probably didn't even believe existed. Ava shifted in her seat, her fingers laced together on the polished table. "Sir," she began, her voice respectful but curious, "are they planning to wipe out the entire pop
The heavy doors to the mage kingdom conference room groaned as they swung open, revealing a space that felt much older and colder than the rest of the building. A long, dark wood table dominated the center of the room, polished to a mirror finish that reflected the dim light. Nine chairs surrounded it—four on each side and a larger, more imposing head chair at the center. To the left, a tall, narrow window overlooked the front grounds, offering a view of the gray sky and the wet grass that shimmered under the damp air of the rainy season.Mr. Percival moved with a purposeful stride and settled into the head chair, his presence immediately anchoring the room, while Adrian took the seat closest to his right. Zeda hesitated for a heartbeat, her eyes scanning the empty chairs, before she finally settled into the seat beside Adrian. The proximity felt strange now—comforting yet tense after the kiss that had been so abruptly cut short.They sat in a silence so thick it was hard to breath
Zeda watched the warmth drain from Adrian’s face as he pulled away, his focus shifting entirely to the phone vibrating in his hand. A deep frown creased his forehead, and the air between them—which had been soft and electric just seconds ago—suddenly turned cold and professional. Before she could find the words to ask who was calling, Adrian answered, his voice dropping into a respectful, measured tone as he greeted Mr. Percival. Zeda stood there, her heart still hammering against her ribs from the kiss, but the romantic haze was already evaporating. She understood that look on Adrian's face; it was the expression he wore whenever duty called, and the fact that Mr. Percival was calling personally meant something significant was happening or about to happen. She decided to wait in silence until the call was over, but she didn’t have to wait long. The conversation lasted less than thirty seconds, ending with a sharp click that left the room feeling emptier than before. When t
Zeda stared at her rescuer in admiration. Adrian truly was a sight to behold in his white, definitely expensive sweater—which she had come to think of as his signature outfit—paired with white loose pants and white slippers, his long blonde hair gently shifting behind him. While Lucian was the fal
“That was some powerful fire you pulled off in that video clip,” the same guy said. He seemed like the leader, and his name was Sam.“Thanks,” Zeda replied warily.“Go straight to the point, Sam,” one of the girls mumbled impatiently.Sam chuckled. “Patience, Emily.”Emily rolled her eyes, her gaze
Zeda woke up the next morning with the strong determination still pulsing through her.She felt lighter after crying her heart out when she got home from the meeting yesterday. Carrie, ever the best friend and companion, allowed her to vent her emotions when she returned later, before encouraging h
Zeda was utterly shocked. Lucian had been the last person she expected to rescue her—not just because he was her ex and had seemingly lost all feelings for her. After she had snapped at him for voicing his opinion regarding her power, he had put on a cool expression, looking completely unbothered.







