Aurelia Cole Academy Novels & Stories

New Email: AURELIA UNIVERSITY ADMIN OFFICE Subject: TRANSFER APPROVAL CONFIRMED My breath catches in my throat. I bolt upright in bed, eyes scanning the words again and again. Dear Miss Elena, We are pleased to inform you that your transfer request to Aurelia University of Florence has been approved. You are scheduled to resume classes this coming Monday. Please check the attached orientation schedule and student portal access. “OH. MY. GOD!!!” I scream, nearly throwing the phone out of sheer joy. Aurelia University.

They seriously warned Ariana not to try her tattoos on Aurelia, our youngest. "What's up family? The queen has arrived." A loud voice screeched, accompanied with sharp clicking of heels. I turned around to see Aurelia cladded in a purple cotton dress, cat walking her way towards us with my elder brother, Adrian following behind her. Aurelia was 17 and a senior in high school while Adrian was done with college and was currently the CEO of Flynn Motors. In other words, he was my Dad's little errand boy after his secretary. Poor boy.

Wow, they must be quite accomplished judging from the number of awards they've received. "No, I'm just handling preparations for the upcoming season's competition. What's up?" Maudy asks, her attention now on me. "My friend wants to join the swim club," Jeni says, touching my shoulder, and I smile at Maudy. "Hi, I'm Aurelya. I want to join the school's swim club," I say, extending my hand, but she just stares at me. "I've never seen you before. I mean, there are many students in this school, but I'm pretty sure I would have noticed if you were part of NYHS," Maudy says, making Jeni sigh.

Aurelia’s POV Monday arrived bright and clear. Julien and I drove to the school he had suggested for the children. It was just a seven-minute drive from the house, but the anticipation in the car made it feel longer. As we drove, Julien leaned back in his seat, calm as ever, and confessed quietly, “I’m part of the board now. My father was before me, but I’ve taken his place.” I raised an eyebrow, impressed but slightly nervous. “This is a school for…?”

Poor souls, they don't know we exist; they won't even see us coming. I have studied each of the four in detail. The wolf shifter who wears his heart on his sleeve like a big, fluffy toy is the easiest target for sure, as long as I can separate him from his pack. The eagle is cunning, not so easily fooled, and he shows caution, preferring his own company, a habit I need to break, and I can be very persuasive when I need to be. The Dragon shifter will be a challenge, centuries old and wise even before my time. He has ancient magic; only time will wear down his defenses. But the one that brings a sliver of unease to the place my heart used to be is Caleb, Prince of Demons. I suppose if you look