All Chapters of Eclipse Academy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Angela’s POV “He better not be in this class,” I muttered as Steph and I made our way down the hallway toward our third class. Eclipse Academy only had four classes a day, which sounded great until you realized each one lasted forever. Well… four for everyone else. I only had three. Since I was painfully, embarrassingly human, the academy had decided I didn’t need power training. Instead, they handed me a study block after lunch, which basically translated to, “Go sit somewhere and try not to die while everyone else learns magic.” Honestly, I wasn’t sure which option was worse. Last class had been an absolute disaster. Mr. Lizard had apparently decided every chair in the room belonged to him. It didn’t matter where I sat. First row. Back row. By the windows. Near the teacher’s desk. Every single time, he’d stroll over with that smug grin, point at me, and announce I was sitting in his seat. After the fifth time, I’d had enough. I grabbed my backpack, marched to an empty corner, an

Silas’s POV The truth was… Angela was beautiful. Not because she wore expensive clothes or carried herself like someone important. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She wasn’t competing for attention the way so many students at Eclipse Academy seemed to. She simply had one of those smiles that caught you off guard. Bright blue eyes. A genuine laugh. Soft blonde hair pulled into a ponytail that somehow still framed her face perfectly. Even her scent carried something warm and comforting. I noticed all of it. Being a prince meant I was used to girls chasing after me. Titles had a strange effect on people. Some wanted the status. Others wanted the attention. Either way, very few people ever treated me like… just another student. Angela wasn’t interested in any of that. If anything, she looked exhausted. Since orientation, Xavier had gone out of his way to make every class miserable for her. I’d watched him claim chairs that obviously weren’t his, shove her around, embarrass her i

Mr. Wilson’s POV The classroom door swung shut behind Angela, Silas, and Stephanie. Students continued filing into the hallway, chatting about assignments and breakfast, but their voices sounded distant, as though they belonged to another world. I couldn’t move. My eyes remained fixed on the empty doorway where Angela had disappeared. No… It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. After all this time… A slow breath escaped my lungs as I lowered my eyes to my hands. They were trembling. I closed them into fists. Centuries. I had lived through centuries, watched kingdoms crumble into forgotten ruins, seen legends become bedtime stories told to children who no longer believed they had ever been true. Not once in all those years had my composure failed me. Until today. One glimpse. One mark. That was all it had taken. The image refused to leave my mind. Golden strands of hair had slipped over one shoulder as she’d bent to retrieve her notebook. For the briefest moment, the back of her nec

Xavier’s POV When I woke up that morning, something felt off. Actually… if I was being honest, it had started long before morning. Angela had kicked me out of her suite late the night before, and by the time I made it back to Suite 501, Blaze had already become impossible to deal with. Mine. That was all he would say. Mine. Again. And again. And again. By the time I finally crawled into bed, I was seconds away from finding a way to punch my own dragon. Unfortunately, that wasn’t physically possible. “You done?” I muttered while staring at the ceiling. “Mine.” I threw my arm across my eyes with a frustrated groan. “You’re driving me insane.” He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. The feeling of restlessness rolling through him settled right into me, making it impossible to relax. Every time I thought I was finally drifting off, he stirred again. Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep. By morning, I felt like complete hell. I skipped every class. If anyone had a problem with i

Mr. Wilson’s POV Pride settled deep within my chest as I looked across the classroom at Angela Carter. She had no idea what she had just done. For the last two weeks, every private lesson had been carefully planned. I hadn’t been teaching her random bits of history simply to fill the afternoons. Every lesson had a purpose. Every discussion, every question, every story about ancient civilizations and forgotten bloodlines had been designed to awaken something that had remained dormant inside her. And it was working. Better than I had expected. Her memory had improved. Her awareness had sharpened. Even the way she carried herself had changed. She asked better questions now. She absorbed information faster than any student I had taught in centuries. Today’s lesson had proven what I already suspected. The knowledge wasn’t simply staying in her mind. It was becoming part of her. Then reality caught up with me. Angela had just sat in the middle of my classroom and casually read an anci