Fated Division

Radyn was thrown into the chaotic world of boarding school as soon as he was able to shift. Something about getting a proper education instead of casually looming around the packhouse. As if there was going to be anything that could benefit him for when he returned. However, a promise was a promise no matter how much he wanted to argue back.There would be no way he could genuinely disobey his parents without getting ditched on the top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere. Under mysterious circumstances, obviously. Werewolf parents were...strict. Strict was a rather large miscalculation but you don't want to mess with them. Traditions still hold such an important place within the Werewolf's pack.Radyn got ready to leave, taking his sweet time to put on the extremely compact white shirt. Must have had another growth spurt. Gr

The moon rose in the night sky as Bianca sat at her oak desk. Her long nails tapping on the dark wood. She sighed. Today was the last of her days at home before she was teleported into a boarding school.As if she couldn't just go to a public one, where weird uniforms didn't exist, posh manners weren't needed all the time and the only species was hers, the vampires.She gazed around her room. The homely and familiar furniture comforting her.Bianca really didn't want to go, but being a pureblood meant strict parents and therefore no say in anything.Her mother controlled her like a robot, adding new upgrades and new options whenever she could, her father wasn't around much because of his business but Bianca always felt closer to him. He always let her make the choices, he didn't teach her what to think, he taught her how

  (A/n: TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SEXUAL ASSAULT. I'll put another warning just before the scene) Nothing else could distract Radyn ever since the words on the letter were ingrained into his brain. The night was spent restless with those thoughts taking control of his mind and infecting it. He had decided that it was pathetic to be attached to such an old yet valued tradition. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Ever since he received the letter yesterday, the thoughts refused to leave him. The trial will begin on the first day of your brief return back. From, Bahram Vaslof. A simple sentence was all it took. All the

  The clock ticking rhythmically was overpowered as the teacher spoke. Mr Hughs had a very loud and deep voice which could be heard clearly as he taught. The students whispered among each other quietly. Bianca chose not to, staring at the Pe textbook in front of her. Pe was a lesson she actually liked, it had a lot to do with health and fitness which she was very fond of. Once she learned something, she understood it pretty quickly, as much as she liked Pe, single periods sucked, no physical work, just writing and Mr Hughs constantly dragging on and on. 'Great, I'm stuck here for another 8 minutes'She thought, and leaned her head on her hand. Scarlet was sleeping after her night duties, lucky bitch. Bianca felt uneasy, sh