Mag-log inVyr couldn't believe it. His mind compulsion was the strongest in Shadowbrook Academy. How did this newbie shrug it off?
He glared at the girl who dared to stand up to him. Even through his anger, he couldn't help but notice her flawless, oval face, that perfect little nose, and those high cheekbones. He gritted his teeth. He should be furious, not checking her out! "How dare you touch me?" he snarled, his voice like ice. The girl lifted her chin and stepped closer. "Try that again, and I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget." Vyr was stunned for a second. No one had ever threatened him before. And he hated to admit it, but her fiery attitude was actually turning him on, and her warm, caramel scent wasn't helping. He needed to get away from her, and quickly, without looking like a fool. He scoffed and leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "I'd love to see you try, kid." Zeda watched Vyr strut back to his seat like he owned the world. She'd expected him to actually do something after she challenged him. Instead, he'd surprised her with a dare that made her body buzz. The ear his lips touched was still tingling, and she'd had to cling to her anger to stop herself from turning her face to meet his lips. "You can pick up where you left off, Carl," Vyr said once he was settled. "Let's just get this over with." Zeda frowned. If he was part of this group, maybe she should just leave now. "Alright," Mr. Carl said, then looked at her. "I was about to give Zeda a solo performance for her tryout. Her performance will decide if she joins the acting crew or go through training in the department." Vyr looked bored. "And what do you have for her?" "The Lost Child," Mr. Carl replied. "Zeda will play a character who's gotten separated from her family in a busy market or park. She's scared, confused, and desperate to find her loved ones. The scene is all about her showing her feelings through talking to herself or just acting it out, proving her acting skills and how well she can show strong emotions." "It's a good tryout," Vyr said, nodding. The small smile on his face told Zeda he expected her to struggle and would love to see her fail. "Who can tell me why I picked this scene for a first tryout?" Mr. Carl asked the crew. Zeda looked at him. Did he finally remember he was supposed to be in charge? "It lets Zeda show her emotional range and acting ability, and it doesn't need her to interact much with other characters, since she hasn't gotten to know the crew members yet," one of Vyr's friends, Rylan, answered smoothly. Mr. Carl beamed. "Thank you, Rylan, that's a great answer." Zeda watched Rylan give him a crooked smile, which he then turned on her. He was lean but muscled, and looked extremely smart with his slicked-back bronze hair. But his dark eyes and crooked grin hinted at a wild side. Vampires, Zeda thought, shaking her head. "Are you ready, Zeda?" Mr. Carl asked. Zeda stared at Vyr as she replied. "Never been more ready." He scoffed and crossed his arms, clearly waiting for her to mess up. "Oh my goodness, that performance was amazing!" Mr. Carl exclaimed a few minutes later when she was done. Zeda grinned. Even some of the crew members applauded her. She shot a winning smile at Vyr, who just rolled his eyes. "I think she should be part of the crew," Mr. Carl announced. Zeda tried her best not to squeal. "Was she really that good?" a girl asked, looking at Zeda like she was nothing. "Of course, Christie," Mr. Carl replied. There were some low grumbles among the crew. Zeda knew some of them already disliked her. "What do you think about her performance, Prince Vyr? Should she be in the crew?" Mr. Carl asked, looking at Vyr. The room went silent as everyone waited for his answer. Zeda clenched her fists. Was Mr. Carl putting her future in the hands of her enemy? Of course, he'd suggest she not be in the crew at all! Vyr frowned as he thought about Mr. Carl's question. Zeda deserved to join the crew. Her performance had been so real, a stranger would've easily thought she was a lost girl trying to find her way in the academy. But he'd be damned if he said that out loud, or even a simple "yes." "What I think is that we should move on. I have other things to do," he said, pinning Mr Carl with a cold stare. Draven snickered beside him, and the crew started muttering again. Everyone was confused by his answer, including Zeda and Mr. Carl, which was exactly what he wanted. "Um... sure, but is that a yes?" Mr. Carl stammered. Rylan saved him the trouble of answering. "Of course, Carl, let's move on." Vyr watched Zeda let out a breath, but instead of showing him any thanks, she smiled at Rylan. He frowned. That smile was supposed to be for him! He glared at Rylan, who was still giving her his stupid crooked smile. "Alright!" Mr. Carl exclaimed. "Zeda, welcome to Shadowbrook Academy's Theatre Crew! You're officially a member now, congratulations!" Zeda couldn't stop grinning as she shook Mr. Carl's outstretched hand. "Thank you, sir, I'll do my best to help the crew," she said. Mr. Carl led Zeda to sit with the crew before excusing himself to take a call. No one in the crew made any effort to welcome her, like Mr. Carl had suggested before leaving. She was surprised when the guy who had mocked her earlier plopped down in the empty seat next to her. "Hi Zeda," he said, with a cute, childlike smile. "I'm Darcy, I'm a werewolf, and I'm part of the crew." Zeda smiled back. "Nice to meet you. I'm not sure about my genus yet, though." She made a face. Darcy frowned. "How's that possible, your..." "It's complicated," Zeda cut in, not wanting to hear about her eyes. Darcy frowned and nodded, not pushing it. Zeda thought he was a sweetheart after all. They started talking, with Darcy telling her about the crew. She learned that Christie, the girl who had questioned her performance earlier, was the favourite for the female lead roles. She was also a witch and Princess Sloan's closest friend, which made her bossy among the crew members. Sadly for Zeda, Vyr was also in the crew, even though he'd never been in a play. His friends, Rylan and Draven – the quieter one who was super handsome, with silky black hair framing his angular face – were also members of the crew. Mr. Carl walked back in and apologized for taking so long. "So, we all know the new students party is on Friday night," he continued. "So we only have today and three more days to practice the play I've prepared for us to perform." Zeda listened as Mr. Carl explained the play. It was about a hate-to-love relationship between the main characters, who were from rival royal families. "It's not bad, I guess," Vyr approved when Mr. Carl finished. Zeda rolled her eyes. Seriously, did everything need his approval? "Thank you," Mr. Carl replied with a pleased smile. "So, let's work on the characters then." "I'll be the male lead," Vyr declared, his voice leaving no room for arguments. The room went silent for a heartbeat as everyone took in his words, before bursting into chaos. Zeda frowned. According to Darcy, he'd never appeared on stage for anything, and now he wanted to play a lead role? She turned to glance at him, and he gave her a challenging smile. Was he trying to prove to her that he could act too? Zeda scoffed. "That'd be great!" Mr. Carl exclaimed excitedly, then suddenly looked nervous. "But... Prince..." "But what?" Vyr asked impatiently. "You see, umm, I wanted Zeda to play the female role..." What? Zeda watched as the announcement made the room erupt again. "I mean, we just saw how good she was in her tryout, and it would be great if we had two new faces as the male and female leads. I believe the school is already used to Christie and Draven, or Rylan, or Darcy and Sarah," Mr. Carl explained in a rush, like he was trying to justify a crime. Zeda glanced at Vyr, who looked pissesd off. Christie got to her feet. "I don't agree with your decision, Mr. Carl. Prince Vyr will need an experienced female lead if he's going to play the male lead role for the first time, to avoid mistakes. And I'm the best person for that role, not a newbie who'll even struggle to fit into the crew!" she babbled, sneering at Zeda. She had waited a long time to act with Vyr, and now that the chance was finally here, some girl from nowhere would take it from her? No way! Zeda glared at her. She didn’t even want to act with Vyr! The room went quiet as Vyr slowly got to his feet and glared at Christie. "Are you trying to say I'll embarrass the crew and make a fool of myself if you're not the female lead?" he asked, his voice low and threatening. "No... I w-was ju-just..." Vyr cut her off, his voice frosty. "Shut up, Christie. Zeda and I will play the leading roles in the drama."Zeda froze as she turned around, her eyes locking onto the familiar faces of Sam and his girlfriend, Emily.They were the key figures of the bully group that had ambushed her weeks ago, paying a heavy price when Prince Adrian had stepped in to pull them off her and dish out a severe punishment.The identical, nasty sneers that slowly stretched across both of their lips as they watched her remember them made her stomach coil with instant disgust.Looking at the dark malice in their eyes, Zeda immediately noted that they must have spent every single day of their punishment plotting revenge against her.Emily leaned in slightly, her voice dripping with pure venom. "Hello, Adrian’s bed pet."Sam smirked right beside her, stepping closer as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Surprised to see us free again?"Zeda arched a single brow and crossed her arms loosely over her chest, doing her absolute best to mask the uncomfortable knot in her stomach behind a wall of pure, unbothered boredom.
Zeda 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 flopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh. She looked at her wristwatch and mentally erased her first two classes from her schedule. There was no way she was going to meet up now. She just had to be fast enough and hope she could still make it to the third class, despite the sheer size of t
Torvin gestured around the room with a sweeping hand. “My house could do with a little cleaning, and I have clothes that are in need of laundry, too.”“What?” Zeda’s eyes bulged in shock.“I didn’t know you were deaf, too,” Torvin mocked.“And I didn’t know you were crazy,” Zeda retorted, her shock
“Why do you have to call Torvin?” Carrie frowned.“He gave me two choices for the debt,” Zeda revealed. “To work and come up with five thousand dollars in three months, or be at his beck and call for twenty errands. I chose the first option because I was going to ask Lucian for help with the money.
Zeda woke up the next morning feeling awful. Her head pounded with a dull, throbbing ache, her mouth felt like a desert, and a wave of nausea rolled over her every time she moved. It was a vicious, cruel hangover from a night she was already desperate to forget.The memory of Lucian and Sloan kissi







