Semua Bab CHOSEN BY RUIN: Bab 21 - Bab 30

It’s 9:26pm on the war clock.And Still…no sign of him.Since I departed from Alpha Soren this afternoon, I’ve done nothing else but wait for Xaden’s arrival. It’s been hours, but he isn’t here yet. No sound of keys, nor his footsteps, and sleep is already threatening to take me away.I would rather not sleep. I don’t plan for tonight to end without making progress, which is why I’m now heading out of my door.If I sleep off here at my room’s doorstep, he will meet me and react. That way, I wouldn’t miss his arrival.I peer down the long length of the staircase, desperately hoping for a sound. I only hear voices drifting faintly below. Frustration begin to crawl under my skin.I shut the door and slide down to sit right in front of it, pulling my knees slightly inward. Even though I’m wearing a big red sweatshirt and black joggers, I can still feel cold seeping through my body. I wrap my arms around me, keeping my gaze fixed on the staircase.I wonder if Darian would have heard about

‘THE UNBREAKABLE LAWS OF SUPRAVEIL ACADEMY’Within these walls, obedience to rules is not optional. Every student admitted into this academy is bound by the following laws:The Eighth Threshold LawThe Eighth to Tenth Floors of the Academy are strictly forbidden to all students. Any individual found ascending beyond the Seventh Floor will be executed without trial.The Blood Restraint LawStudents shall no longer kill one another outside sanctioned combat. Any violation will result in immediate confinement within the Carnage.The Obedience ClauseStudents are forbidden from questioning, resisting, or investigating the decisions of the ruling council. Curiosity beyond assigned knowledge is considered an act of treason.The Bond Restriction LawNo student shall form binding alliances, blood bonds, or harbor pregnancies within academy grounds without the council’s approval. Unauthorized bonds will be treated as a punishable offense.The Silence Of The DeadAll deaths within Supraveil Aca

Somehow, I’m now walking toward the sparring center, my strides tense. I was not grouped under Xaden. Disappointment coils in my guts.Every face in the room turns toward me at once, almost all having curiosity, and mostly anticipation written on them. Of course.Kate Benjamin, my opponent, steps forward into the light and my jaw clenches reflexively.I had never seen her around before.Her blonde hair is cut low against her scalp, exposing a sharp jawline and a face scattered with freckles that would have looked soft if not for the way her green eyes gleam with excitement as she looks at me. Her arms are thick, toned, built like someone who spends more time breaking bones than attending lectures. There is eagerness in the way she rolls her shoulders.And I don’t feel prepared. I only came for grouping.I swallow, forcing my feet to move onto the mat.The ground feels too exposed in the front of these…many eyes, yet I step fully into it anyway.My eyes instinctively search for him.

My mum once told me I was pure, a human, and that was why I was treated differently. As a child, they would confine me in my room, while they allowed my elder sister, Rhea, play outside the building with other kids.Rhea was their only biological daughter, and I was adopted. She was always the one they proudly presented to the world. She was a wolf like them, so I understood. But it didn’t make it any less painful, especially when Rhea let the differences show in how she treated me back then. She never saw me as her sister. Not for once.I was seven when they took me to my first ball. And it was also the last. I can still remember how the atmosphere was that night before everything shattered. There was music and laughter. And I had felt out of place because I wasn’t used to such gatherings.Then came the gunshots that made people flee. My adopted parents were forced to their knees by ‘Beta Tal’ as my father had regarded him with shocked-knowing eyes. He had asked for their daughter w

I keep my eyes shut as Xaden starts to walk into the opened door with me still in his arms. I’m holding on to his shirt tightly, the pressure I apply pulling his shirt low down his chest as I brace for impact, like at any moment, I will be dropped into whatever horror this place hides.But he does not drop me.Instead, a strange current ripples through my body the moment I feel us crossing the threshold.He begins to lower me, and I force my eyes open, needing to steady myself and know my fate.The sight I’m met with steals the breath from my lungs.The walls are pulsing faintly, veins of dim, shifting light running beneath their surface as though the building itself is alive and breathing. Energy hums in the air, pressing against my skin like a warning.Chains hang from iron rods rooted deep into the ground, their metal darkened with age and use. Some are thick enough to restrain beasts. Others are thinner.Hooks line parts of the structure, gleaming faintly under the eerie glow.I