Alle Kapitel von Crimson Code: My Second Chance Mate is an Avatar: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

16:05 The Strategy Vault, Requiem HQ, Ryx While King was casually checking the tension on his chaser-straps and joking with Lex, he had no idea he had an audience - and not the kind that claps. In the corner, leaning against a cold obsidian pillar with a mood to match, Adrian watched like a man moments from tearing the opposing team’s server apart. He was supposed to be the "Mascot," a flashy digital construct for the cameras, but his jaw clenched tighter with every laugh Maya coaxed from the group. In the center of the pit, Toby was frantically handing out vials of glowing neon-blue brew. Jax and Cody downed theirs in one go, their eyes snapping wide as the high-octane energy hit their systems. Marcus stood to the side, checking his haptic gloves, oblivious to the predator staring him down from the dark. I slammed my hand onto the holographic table. The "Shattered Spire" map bloomed into a 3D nightmare of jagged cliffs and data-nodes. "Eyes up, Requiem!" I snapped. My voice, f

Moments later, The Simulation Arena, Aetherion Academy, Author Public Friendly between Team Requiem vs. Iron Fang Academy exploded in a roar of synthesized crowd noise, but inside Ryx’s headset, the world narrowed to a cold, oscillating frequency. The data-stream was moving too fast for human eyes, but with her new interface, she was already three steps ahead of the Iron Fang’s trajectory. "King, veer left! Lex, drop the suppressive fire on the ridge... now!" Ryx’s voice was a whip-crack, 40% faster than her last recorded session. Her mind felt like a processor overclocked to the point of melting. "On it, Ryx!" King yelled, his werewolf avatar blurring into a streak of grey fur and steel as he tore across the digital plain, dodging a barrage of Iron Fang fire-bolts. "Lex, on my mark! Three, two, one - light 'em up!" "Copy that! Rain incoming!" Lex shouted, his sprite avatar hovering high above, raining down crystalline shards that shattered the enemy’s forward momentum. "Th

Moments later, Ryx's Room, Requiem HQ, Author The low hum of the portable dryer was the only sound in the dim moonlight of Ryx’s room. Outside, the Academy was a silhouette of jagged towers, but inside, the air smelled of damp stone and the sharp, metallic scent of Adrian’s aura. Adrian sat on a low stool, his massive frame hunched forward. He looked strikingly out of place for a second year and soon to be, Vampire Knight. With his porcelain-pale skin and lethal fangs, he was sitting perfectly still in a room that smelled of chamomile while a girl in oversized pajamas draped a towel over his head. His shoulders were tense, his large, pale hands resting awkwardly on his knees. "You don't have to do this, love." Adrian rumbled, his voice vibrating through the floorboards. "Vampiric metabolism regulates body temperature far more efficiently than this... device." "Hush," Ryx muttered, her fingers working the towel through his thick, jet-black hair. "Efficiency doesn't count as

Moments later, Lecture Hall 4-B Ryx The air in the Supernatural Venture Capital seminar was stifling, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the static hum of high-end tablets. I took a seat in the third row, the heavy, leather-bound ledgers Lumira gave me thudding onto the mahogany desk. Beside me, Adrian pulled out my chair with a click of his heels, his presence a cold anchor in a room full of sharks. "Well, well. If it isn't the star of the Arena." The voice was low, gravelly, and instantly set my teeth on edge. I didn't turn. I didn't have to. The scent of rain and mountain pine told me exactly who had just slid into the seat to my left. Alpha Kael Silas. He wasn't wearing his enforcer gear today. He looked every bit the corporate heir in his blue uniform, his silver hair swept back. He leaned in slightly, his gaze lingering on the side of my mask. "Ryx," he began, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "I wanted to... apologize. My conduct at the gates yesterday, wa

Moments later, Training Grounds, Author The Faculty of Combat & Physical Arts was a sprawling concrete cathedral of violence. The air was thick with the copper tang of adrenaline and the low, rhythmic thud of heavy punching bags. Beside me, Julian Vane adjusted his black tactical gloves, his predatory grin sharp enough to cut glass. "Ready to show these oversized puppies that intelligence beats brute force every time, Ryx?" "Always," I said, my gaze flickering toward the high, jagged spires of the Vampire Wing across the courtyard. Adrian stood at the edge of our group, his pale features set in a mask of cold annoyance. He had been assigned to his own cohort for the hour - Speed and Flight Drills. It was the only time we were separated, and he looked like he was moments away from dismantling the instructor’s clipboard just to stay by my side. "Mistress," Adrian murmured, his voice a velvet warning that vibrated in my marrow. "If the mutts become... unruly, I am exactly three