All Chapters of MARKED BY BLOODLINE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Night had fallen over Wind Grave Academy, draping the stone towers in a veil of shadow. The hallways were empty, the faint echo of Evelyn’s footsteps bouncing against the walls like whispers. Her satchel bounced lightly at her side, the parchment from Ava burning a hole in her mind even as it rested safely in her pocket. The halls remember what you are… Choose wisely…Evelyn’s heartbeat thudded in her chest as she approached the west wing library. Every instinct screamed caution, but determination drove her forward. She wasn’t running anymore—not from the truth, not from what she was meant to face. Tonight, she would step fully into the secrets that had always hovered just out of reach.Inside the library, Ava waited. The faint glow of enchanted candles illuminated her features, making her look both ethereal and dangerously alert. Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, locked on Evelyn the moment she entered.“You came,” Ava said, her voice a soft murmur but filled with weight. “Good. Time i

The morning sun filtered weakly through the stained-glass windows of Wind Grave Academy, casting fractured patterns across the stone floors. The halls, usually filled with the low murmur of students and the clatter of hurried footsteps, were eerily quiet. Evelyn moved carefully, her senses still sharp from the previous night’s trial, every shadow and whisper magnified in her mind.She passed the old oak staircase, running her hand along the polished railing, feeling the pulse of the academy beneath her fingertips. It was alive, she realized, more alive than she had ever imagined. Every corridor, every classroom, every empty hallway seemed to breathe with hidden purpose. And it remembered everything—including her trial, even before the Grimoire had been opened.Evelyn’s thoughts drifted to Lucien and Elias, the tension of their uneasy alliance echoing in her mind. Lucien had been present in her trial in spirit if not in body, a shadow of guidance and challenge. His amber gaze lingered

Evelyn awoke to the faint scent of burning candles and the distant echo of footsteps. Her muscles ached from the surge of power she had felt in the sanctum, but it was more than exhaustion—it was a reminder that her bloodline had awakened, and with it, responsibilities she had never anticipated.The morning light crept through the tall windows of her room, painting the stone walls in muted gold. She rose quietly, careful not to wake the others. Lucien had left her with a warning the previous night: The awakening is only the beginning. The first trial awaits.Evelyn’s heart thumped. She didn’t know what to expect, but instinct told her it would test her in ways beyond mere physical endurance. She dressed quickly, fastening the buttons of her academy uniform with trembling fingers, and made her way down the winding corridors.The academy seemed different this morning—alive in ways she hadn’t noticed before. Shadows flickered unnaturally, whispers seemed to chase her from one hall to ano

The chamber’s shadows still clung to Evelyn as she climbed the spiral staircase back to the library. Her hands trembled slightly, and her breath came unevenly, but inside her chest a fire had been lit—a fire that demanded she uncover every secret, no matter how dangerous.Lucien followed a step behind, silent, his amber eyes scanning the walls as though he could sense threats even in the faintest flicker of candlelight. Elias remained near the entrance of the library, waiting, his posture tense, fingers brushing the hilt of the dagger at his belt—a reflex he never allowed himself to ignore.Evelyn’s mind replayed the images from the Chamber of Remembrance. Faces of students long gone, battles fought in secret, shadows of the council’s hidden machinations—all intertwined with visions of her own bloodline. Some images left her heart pounding with fear, others with awe. She now understood a fragment of the immense responsibility that her mark carried.“You were gone longer than I expecte

The corridors of Wind Grave Academy were quieter now, but not safe. Every shadow seemed to stretch a little farther, every flicker of candlelight revealing shapes that weren’t entirely human. Evelyn moved with careful, deliberate steps, the weight of her recent awakening pressing down on her shoulders. The mark on her wrist pulsed faintly, a constant reminder that the power within her was no longer dormant—it demanded attention, focus, mastery.Lucien stayed close, silent but vigilant. His presence was at once comforting and unnerving. He didn’t speak, didn’t offer guidance, only moved as if he and the shadows themselves were in silent conversation. Elias followed a few steps behind, his eyes sharp, scanning every corner, every flicker of movement. He carried himself like a sentinel, unwavering, yet Evelyn could sense the restraint in his body—the careful balance between protection and suspicion.“I still don’t understand,” she murmured, her voice echoing softly off the stone walls. “