All Chapters of Welcome to Aetherborn: Crushes, Curses & Creatures: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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60: Cruelty, Certainly & Contempt

The next morning, Seraphine rose before dawn. Her sleep had been shallow, fractured by the echo of laughter that wasn’t there, whispers that slithered under her pillow. She washed her face in icy water, told herself she would not break, and told herself she could make it through one day at a time. She tied her hair back, adjusted her uniform, and opened her door. The corridor was empty. For a blessed heartbeat, it felt normal. Then the whispers started. “There she is.” “The cursed one.” “Tag, tag, tagged.” The words slithered through the air, uttered by unseen voices, weaving a tapestry of dread that washed over her. Clenching her fists, she quickened her pace, trying to escape the weight of their haunting presence Her first humiliation struck before she had even set foot inside the classroom. The stairwell descending into the study halls curled downward like the coiled neck of a beast, wide steps of pale marble gleaming faintly in the torchlight. The banister, an elaborate

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61: Exit, Escape & Endless Exhaustion

That night, exhaustion dragged Seraphine into sleep like chains. Every bone in her body ached, her palms still raw where the letters had burned, her thoughts heavy with the echo of laughter. She wanted only oblivion, a few short hours of silence. But there was no silence waiting for her. She dreamed of chains. Her castle dissolved. The soft mattress fell away, the blankets unraveled into smoke. She found herself kneeling on the cold marble floor of the Academy’s great hall. The vast arches loomed overhead, lit not by torchlight but by a sickly glow that painted everything in shades of gray-green. Shadows bent and twisted like living things. And around her, an unbroken circle of students. Their faces were blurred, melted into masks of nothing, but their voices were sharp, cruelly precise. “Kneel. Kneel. Kneel…” The chant hammered through her skull, every syllable a nail driving her further down. Her body tried to rise. She strained against the invisible weight, every muscle scr

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62: Unstable, Unhinged & Utterly hexed

Cressida’s eyes swept over Seraphine, slow and deliberate, tracing her from head to toe as though measuring every fracture waiting to be found. Then, with a sly curl of her lips, she smiled. “You’d better keep that promise of yours,” she murmured, her tone both mocking and amused. “You swore you wouldn’t kneel. That means I get to keep trying to break you and that’s fine by me. Enjoy the torture, Seraphine, because it’s only just beginning. We’ll see which one of us grows desperate first.” Her laugh rang out, sharp and cruel, before she pivoted on her heel. The remaining Fiery Five followed her in tight formation, their presence burning like embers in her wake. Gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd of students, shock thickening the air until it felt suffocating. Left in the silence of their absence, Seraphine stood unmoving, her body rigid, her heart pounding. Every whisper carried her name, every stare clung to her like a brand, but still she did not bow her head. ….

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63: Silence, Snake & Scary Snakes

The moon hung pale and broken above the Academy grounds when Seraphine slipped out. Her footsteps were soft, her uniform held tight, as if the fabric could shield her from the stares and whispers still clawing at her skull. She found her way to their spot. The hidden corner by the old carved arch, where Demian had once grinned down at her before carrying her off into the night sky. Where Lucien’s teasing words had melted into sincerity. Where Alaric’s grave voice had promised strength. Where Kade’s quiet nod had felt like protection. Her throat tightened. The stone bench was empty. The shadows were undisturbed. No flicker of dragonfire wings, no familiar laugh curling like smoke, no dark silhouette waiting with fangs glinting. Just… silence. She sank onto the bench, fingers tracing the grooves in the stone. She remembered their last words ‘we’ll continue training tomorrow… this won’t be your only victory…’ But tomorrow had come. And gone. And no one was here. She told

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64: Watched, Weighed, & Wanted

Lyra followed the hissing sound and saw a few snakes hidden beside her wardrobe. She immediately duplicated herself again and tore them into pieces. The last serpent writhed in Lyra’s grip. Her mirrored selves tore into its body, splitting it into fragments that hissed and dissolved into ash. Then, one by one, her copies collapsed into smoke, until only the true Lyra remained. And then they all vanished. The shredded bodies of the snakes, the coiling shadows, the blood-stink in the air. Everything dissolved like smoke carried off by an unseen wind. Lyra turned, her chest rising and falling, and saw Seraphine pressed against the wall, trembling. Her eyes were wide, her hair stuck to her damp face, her lips shaking as though words had abandoned her. Lyra softened, stepping carefully across the floor. “Seraphine… are you okay?” Her voice was low, cautious, like she was afraid a wrong word might shatter the girl entirely. Seraphine stared at her, then at Caleb and Mina emergin

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65: Pain, Part of us & Part of the Four

Caleb flicked his hand, and the clouds below curled upward, weaving themselves into a broad, rippling platform. Wind whipped against her hair as he guided her onto it. Seraphine waved Mina and Lyra bye as they rose. The Academy shrank beneath them, its spires no bigger than needles, its glowing windows like fireflies scattered in the dark. The air was sharp and cold, but Seraphine leaned forward, staring into the horizon. At last, the Four’s lodge loomed ahead, perched in its own suspended realm, carved into the clouds like a temple untouchable by mortals. Caleb slowed the cloud, letting it hover just outside the glowing arch. He smiled at her when he said, “Good luck.” Then the cloud dipped, carrying him away before she could reply. Leaving her alone standing on the porch of The Four lodge. The wind curled strangely as Seraphine stepped closer to the lodge door. She pressed her palm against the polished surface, steadying herself when suddenly, a blur darted past her vis

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66: Creasida, Claimed & Caricature

The Academy courtyard buzzed like a hive at morning assembly. Students clustered in little knots, whispering, eyes darting toward Seraphine the moment she appeared at the far end of the marble steps. Except this time, she wasn’t alone. The doors to the courtyard opened wide, and out stepped Damien, Alaric, Kade, and Lucien, each walking with that dangerous, unbothered grace that made the crowd instinctively part for them. And in the middle of their formation, shielded by their presence, was Seraphine. Whispers rippled instantly. “Is that…?” “She’s walking with them?” “Wait, what… why?” Cressida’s head snapped up from the center of her fiery little circle, her eyes narrowing, venom flashing the moment she saw Damien’s hand brush the small of Seraphine’s back, guiding her forward like she belonged there. Lucien was the first to speak, his voice carrying unnaturally across the courtyard, amplified, no doubt, by a little charm of his own. “Listen well, Aetherborn.” He fl

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67: Respect, Regard & Recognition

Ever since the Four claimed her, Seraphine’s world had shifted like night into day. The whispers in the halls no longer hissed with cruelty, they stopped altogether, swallowed in silence whenever she passed. Where students once scattered to avoid her, they parted out of respect… or fear. She wasn’t “the tagged girl” anymore. She was Seraphine of the Four. And it showed. Girls who used to sneer now forced bright smiles, chirping hellos as they walked past. Boys who hadn’t glanced at her before looked twice, their stares a little too lingering. She didn’t answer them. Didn’t slow her stride. She kept her chin lifted, eyes forward, letting the weight of her new reputation shield her. She had learned quickly: the Four’s shadow was heavy, but it protected her like armor. Even the cruel tricks had ended. No more ink-drenched desks, no spoiled food, no hexes that burned like invisible fire under her skin. The bullies who once cornered her now wouldn’t even meet her gaze. And Cres

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68: The Lady, The Aura & The Academy

The Academy felt like it was holding its breath. The air vibrated with anticipation, students from every castle whispering feverishly in the halls, their voices sharp with dread and thrill. Today wasn’t just another day. Today was the Trials, the day first-years stood before the Academy, the day they learned the truth of their blood and what kind of creature lived inside their veins. Every first-year knew the purpose of the Trials. They weren’t games, not really. They were ancient rites woven into the Academy’s foundations, a crucible designed to strip away fear, push the body, and force the soul to respond. When a student survived, their magical strain awakened, unfurling like a brand inside them, marking what they truly were: vampire, werewolf, dragon, incubus, or one of the stranger, rarer strains that lurked in the world’s shadows. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating. It was destiny. Seraphine’s heart beat so hard she thought the whole school might hear it. She tr

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69: The wheel, The runes & The Forbidden path

For a full minute, no one moved. No one breathed. The words “THE FORBIDDEN PATH” still burned across the floor, black and alive, pulsing like a heart that refused to die. Then the sound broke, gasps, murmurs, frantic whispering, the kind that spread like wildfire through magic-soaked air. “It can’t be—” “Impossible—” “She’s doomed—” “The Wheel’s cursed—” Nyx Thorneveil lifted her hand, her expression calm but tight, like porcelain about to crack. “Order,” she said, her voice laced with enchantment. “The Wheel has spoken. No student interferes with another’s trial.” But even as she said it, the crowd’s fear thickened. Everyone knew that the rule didn’t matter when the Wheel called for death. Seraphine stood alone on the glowing platform, her chest rising and falling too fast. She felt the stares like daggers. Some pitied her. Some looked almost hungry, as if waiting to see her crumble. The Lady smiled, soft but chilling. “How nostalgic,” she said, her voice melodic, wrapping

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