All Chapters of Reckless Royals of Nocturne Prep: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

RAE"She's gone," I said finally. "I'm sorry, Luna Celeste. She's gone."The sound that came out of her wasn't quite human. It was raw and broken, the sound of a heart tearing in half. She tried to sit up, but I kept pressure on her head wound."No," she said. "No, that's not right. She's at school. She's supposed to be safe.""I am sorry," I said, because I didn't know what else to say.My father ended the call and knelt beside us. For a moment, just a moment, he looked like what he was: a man who'd just lost his daughter. Then the mask slipped back into place."Take her to the hospital," he ordered one of his men. "Now."They lifted Luna Celeste carefully, and I watched them carry her away. Blood stained the front of my dress, and my hands were still bleeding from the glass. But I couldn't feel any of it.Saraphina was dead. My sister, who I'd hated and envied and loved. The one everyone compared me to. The one I used to braid hair with, stealing snacks from the kitchen, whispering

CASSIANNightmares always came to me before dawn. Sometimes I thought it was my blood, some rotten thing in my veins that kept old ghosts close. Sometimes, I knew it was my fault for letting myself remember.It started the way it always did. With her laughter echoing through the candlelit room, warm and melodic, like silver bells dancing on summer air. My ethereal form solidified as I materialized beside her bed, drawn by the familiar pull of mortal desire that had sustained me for centuries. But tonight felt different. Tonight, something was wrong.Elena turned toward me, her dark eyes reflecting the flickering flames, and for a moment I saw not love but fear. "You're taking too much," she whispered, her voice already growing weak. "I can feel myself fading."I reached for her, my supernatural beauty unmarred by the horror of what I was. "I cannot help what I am," I said, though my voice cracked with something I had never experienced before—remorse. "You knew what I was when you welc

RAEI stood there for a long moment after the door clicked shut, my back pressed against the wood. My heart was still racing from that conversation with Professor Rhys. The way he looked at me, like he was seeing someone else entirely. And what I'd said about his... situation. I couldn't believe those words had come out of my mouth.The smell hit me immediately.Soap. Industrial-strength cleaner. Bleach. Someone had scrubbed this room within an inch of its life, probably just hours ago. The scent was so strong it made my eyes water. But underneath all that chemical warfare, something else lingered. Something floral and sweet, with an edge of expensive perfume. Saraphina's scent. Faint, but still there, clinging to the corners they couldn't quite reach.I dropped my bag on the floor and looked around. The room was bigger than I expected. A single bed sat against the far wall, wide and neatly made with crisp white sheets. No creases, no stray hairs, no dent in the pillow. Just perfect,

RAEI sat on the edge of my bed, my cheek still sore from the slap form those cruel bullies. The folder Cassian had given me lay on my lap, a little wrinkled now after everything. My fingers brushed over the creases as I flipped it open. A class schedule stared back at me, all neat fonts and color-coded boxes. Most students would start fresh on Mondays. Today was Thursday. Maybe it would’ve been smart to wait. Take time to settle, hide, lick my wounds.But if I waited, those girls would get there first. Their whispers would twist my story into something unrecognizable. They’d poison the air before I even stepped into a room. And I knew better than anyone how fast people believed the first version of a truth, no matter how false it was.I glanced at the photo still tucked behind the lamp. Saraphina and Luca. Her smile lit up her whole face. I didn’t remember her smiling like that for me, not since we were kids. And him… Luca Ashborne. His name echoed in my head. I didn’t know why, but s

KIERANProfessor Blackwell's voice droned on about the moral complexities of vampire feeding practices, and I wanted to laugh. The man stood at the front of the lecture hall like he was delivering gospel, his thin fingers gripping the podium while he preached about restraint and compassion."The modern vampire must consider the ethical implications of every feeding," he said, pushing his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose. "We are not monsters driven by base instinct. We are evolved beings capable of rational thought and moral reasoning."I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, watching him pace back and forth. The other students nodded along like dutiful sheep, scribbling notes about ethics and empathy. It made my fangs ache."Professor," I said, raising my hand.He paused mid-sentence and looked at me with that expression teachers got when they knew you were about to cause trouble. "Yes, Mr. Duskmoor?"I stood up, slow and deliberate. Every head in the room turned toward me. "Your ent