I Killed An Academy Player Novels & Stories

My fingers were flying across the mechanical keyboard, the rapid-fire clicking the only sound cutting through the damp room. I was entirely on my own now. Zero was gone. Leaving him at the canal bank had been the hardest thing I’d done since escaping Malakai, but I couldn’t afford a partner whose loyalty was bought by the Vance syndicate—even if he claimed he had changed his mind because he loved me. In our world, love was just a vulnerability waiting to be exploited. Access Denied. Security Protocol 9-Alpha Triggered. "Damn it, Kai," I whispered, slamming my palm against the desk.

Smile at families who might know exactly who had ordered his death. Pretend I belonged among them. But it was the only way. Someone inside this academy had the answers I was looking for. And I would find that person. Even if I had to smile at every false face in these halls until one of them finally gave themselves away.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

He tossed the stained cloth onto a side table. Kenzo looked slightly pale. He shut the heavy doors and locked the deadbolt. He didn't say a single word. "Is it done?" I asked. Kaz gave me a single, stiff nod. "The problem at the academy is completely handled," Kaz stated. His voice was absolute zero. "Nobody will ever look at her the wrong way again." He didn't elaborate. I didn't need him to. The smell of death covering his skin was a clear enough answer. He killed someone for her.

"And they'll cover your scholarship." Everything around me seemed to stop. "What?" Margaret smiled. "The owner of Hilton Academy is my employer." My heart pounded. This couldn't be real. "Who would I be working for?" Margaret hesitated. Then she answered. "Terrence Alexander Hilton." My eyes widened. Everyone at Hilton Academy knew that name. The former football captain. The star player. The golden boy of the academy. Then the accident happened. And he disappeared. Rumors spread everywhere afterward. No one knew exactly what happened.

“That’s rich, Lucien. The entire point of that appearance was damage control. Smile. Nod. Let the students fawn over you. Remind the world that the Ice King is still in control. Instead, you vanished. Victor Moretti’s camp is already calling it another meltdown. ‘Unstable. Unreliable.’ Exactly the narrative we’re trying to kill.” She stopped a few feet away, eyes flicking to my bloody knuckles and then back up to my face. For a second I saw real worry flicker behind the anger. It disappeared quickly. “I’ve spent the last six hours putting out fires you started by ignoring your phone. Sponsors. League officials. Your father’s people. And you’re standing here bleeding in your garage as none of

Endorsements were canceled, his company blacklisted him, and everyone within his circle of friends ghosted him. Willa had not investigated further to know what became of his fate, but now the man before her suddenly looked too familiar. And the scene happening before her wasn’t just any scene; it was the same scene from the video that had gone viral: a top gamer thrusting into a doll with reckless abandon, oblivious to the world around him. “Yes... Come on,” Player Nine groaned desperately. Willa covered her eyes; it was too disgusting to watch, but her body was reacting in ways she didn’t like.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

Killian: “He is the bastard that killed Sergio.” Vladimir said, showing me the man who was dead at our club. “And he died how?” I asked and he shook his head. “He killed himself when he was caught. The man grew too drunk and exposed himself to Rena, the thing is, he didn’t realize that he did until she was trying to get out of the room. The woman ended up getting hurt and is being tended to right now, but just as she was about to report the situation, the man killed himself.” He explained and I nodded as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

Below, the lower gate of the wolf training court opened, and two younger Dominion students entered carrying blunted practice blades. Their voices rose faintly, distant and irrelevant. The normal rhythms of the academy were returning. Theron wanted no part of them. Maelik shifted closer. “So, what are you going to do?” Before Theron could answer, pain hit him, sharp and immediate. He jerked upright, every muscle locking as a pulse of heat tore through his chest and down his spine. Ruin surged awake with a snarl, claws scraping against the inside of his skin.