All Chapters of Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Julianna POVClasses were officially suspended. Not that anyone could focus even if they weren’t.Paranormal High — what was left of it — looked like the aftermath of a war.Because, well, it was.Students moved across the courtyard carrying boxes, books, and magical relics, trying to look busy so they wouldn’t have to look at the ruins. The banners that once hung proudly from the towers were scorched and torn. Pieces of stone floated midair from leftover mana surges, glinting like fragments of a broken memory.I stood in the middle of it all, hugging my bag, feeling like an outsider in my own story.Whispers followed me wherever I went.“The Chronokeeper…”“Is she still human?”“Why did the council let her live.”“Maybe she’s the reason everything fell apart.”I tried not to listen — tried to focus on the fact that I was still here, alive, free — but the words clung to me like frost.Lyra noticed, of course. She always did.“Hey, ignore them,” she said, looping an arm through mine as

Julianna’s POVMorning in Moonspire was blinding.Light spilled through the crystal canopy above like liquid gold, scattering into thousands of tiny reflections. For a city built inside trees, it was brighter than most open skies. The Elves liked everything polished — the air, the walls, even the silence felt scrubbed clean.I blinked against the glow, tugging at the sleeve of my borrowed uniform. It shimmered faintly like it had its own mana pulse. Lyra, walking beside me, looked like she was fighting the urge to roll in the nearest puddle just to ruin the fabric.“I swear, if one more person looks at me like I’m a walking mud stain, I’ll…” she muttered.“Don’t do anything stupid,” I said, though the corner of my mouth twitched. “You might start an international war.”“Then at least we’d be noticed,” she said. “These people look at us like we’re loud background noise.”She wasn’t wrong.Everywhere we went, elves moved graceful

Julianna’s POVThe dream came again — colder this time.The world around me was frozen. Snow covered the streets, frosting rooftops like sugar, but everything underneath was wrong.  I stood in the middle of what used to be the Elven city, now nothing but ice and silence. The bridges of crystal were buried beneath frost, the trees cracked and lifeless, their roots turned to glass. I could see my breath, white and thin, vanishing as soon as it appeared and my heartbeat echoed too loud in my ears. I turned slowly, each step creaking on the ice, my breath forming little ghosts in the dark.A whisper moved through the still air.You caused this.The voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once— deep and hollow, familiar yet distorted. I turned, searching for it, but all I saw were shadows moving behind the ice. “Who’s there?” I called out. No answer“Time must be balanced. Somebody must die.” A voice said.Then the ice

Julianna’s POVThe morning air in Moonspire was crisp — too crisp, if you asked me. The Elven city never seemed to know what warmth meant. Even sunlight here felt cold, filtered through layers of magic and crystal.Classes at the academy were suspended for the day, which normally would’ve been a gift, but I didn’t feel like celebrating. Ever since we’d arrived, I’d been stuck between being stared at like a miracle or whispered about like a curse.Whichever way you spun it, being me had become exhausting.So instead of joining the others for breakfast, I sat alone on the balcony of our quarters, watching beams of mana light drift lazily between the crystal spires. Below, the Elven students of Sylvaren Academy moved like a single unit — elegant, precise, almost mechanical.Even the wind here moved in order.“Still sulking?” Lyra’s voice came from behind me.“I’m not sulking,” I muttered.She raised a brow. “Then what do you call

Chapter 70Julianna POVThe day began with sunlight spilling through the crystal arches of the Elven capital. Bells rang across the courtyard, soft and melodic — almost too peaceful for what was about to happen.Today was the Exchange.Officially, it was “a friendly training session between Sylvaren Academy and Paranormal High.”Unofficially, it was a test.A test to prove that the “outsiders” — meaning us — weren’t savages playing at magic.From the look on the Elven King’s face as he addressed the gathered students, it was clear that even he didn’t believe this would stay “friendly” for long.“May this exchange strengthen unity and understanding between our kind,” he said, voice rich and steady. “Let skill, not pride, speak.”Beside him, Kaelen stood like an icicle in human form, arms folded. His eyes flicked toward me for a moment — unreadable.I stood with Lily, Lyra, Scott, Kaid, Lila, Caleb, and Cameron — ou