I Killed The Player Of The Academy Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Body Disposal 101. I’ve graduated from the class, Cuddy. With honors.” “I’m sorry,” Ace blurted out suddenly, surprising them both. “I didn’t – I didn’t plan this, King. It was Kirk or it was Warren, I swear to you. One of them was going to end up dead, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if it had been Warren. Shay, too, since Kirk had promised Crusher that he’d kill her. I’ve got enough sins to carry around, you know? Those two deaths – they just might have broken me, once and for all.” King paused, really hearing Ace’s distress for the first time. “I know, man. It’s OK. It’s all over, and if you say that it had to be done, I believe you.”

He grabbed Vane by the front of his robes and lifted him off the ground. "My name is Alpha Blackwood," Killian said. He threw Vane off the platform. The old man hit the stone floor with a sickening thud and didn't move again. Killian turned to me. The white light in his eyes started to fade, replaced by the warm gold I knew. He reached out and touched my short hair, his fingers trembling. "You cut it." "It was getting in the way," I said, a small, shaky laugh escaping my lips. He pulled me against him, his skin hot and wet with blood. Outside, the war was just starting. The Marsh Pack had hit the gates. The Academy was burning. But right here, I finally felt like I could breathe.

A part of my brain that was still working registered the severe consequences of what had happened. Forgetting the fact that I might be dissected because of my sudden uncanny strength, the fact that I had killed a student - bully or not - was enough to get me beheaded by the alliance council, a body made up of different pack elders tasked to keep the balance. There was no exceptions. Anyone who killed a student at the academy would die. This was one of the reasons Raymond never dared to do anything to drastic to me all these years as he also feared retribution. Now, Raymond was dead and there were witnesses to prove that I killed him.

"Trained assassins pretending to be students." Vera stared at him in shock immediately. This was the first time she was hearing something like this. Assassins inside the academy? Why would something like that even happen And why would they target her? This academy was supposed to have the best security in the world so far, especially since the prince was still in this batch of the students. She became more confused because Raymond was actually explaining things to her properly instead of insulting her for once. "They infiltrate schools to gather information and attack students," he continued. "That's why I killed them."

I squeeze my thighs together as I try to get control of my arousal; this is the longest I’ve gone without some kind of release and Gideon is definitely how I want to end that dry spell. “I’ve never met him. He’s the bogeyman to all the Academy girls; we live in fear of this guy being sent to clean up our mess. I’ve only ever failed one job and he was called it. I was forced to move before he arrived but I went back and the things I saw gave me nightmares.” I feel my stomach starting to rebel as I remember the small room of children I found; they were killed without mercy and by someone completely devoid of a soul. If I really look for a moment when I started having doubts about the Academy,

Mine did not. The restraint burned. But there was something strange about the quiet that followed. Without the constant ache of watching him, I had space. Space to think. Space to breathe. Space to remember. My village. The ashes. The screams. The way the sky had glowed red the night it burned. I had never mourned them. From the moment I entered the academy, I had been fighting to survive. To fit in. To avoid humiliation. To stay near Aldric. Grief had been shoved into a dark corner of my chest, sealed away because I could not afford to collapse.

I finished my chores in silence, packed Cessy's lunch, and grabbed my backpack. *** My life at the academy isn't much better. I walk through the hallways like a ghost, invisible to most people and avoided by others. "Hey, isn't that the cursed girl?" someone whispers as I pass. "Yeah, Inka Ravencrest. Her dad's the corrupt Alpha who got exiled." "I heard she killed her own mother just by being born." "Gross. Stay away from her, or that bad luck might rub off." I keep my head down and keep walking. What else can I do?

I asked, looking the teenager in the eye. I reached out and grabbed his phone, crushing it in my hand. "The story is over," I said. "Delete the file. Delete the Warehouse. Delete the Gilded Academy." "I can't!" the teenager cried. "If I delete it, the Publisher will kill my account! I've made thousands of dollars off your pain!" "Then I'll make sure you never type again," I said, raising my glowing hand. Suddenly, the door to the bedroom kicked open. A man in a dark suit walked in. He wasn't a character. He was a real man, with a real gun and a real badge. But his face... his face was the same as the Master’s.

“If you wanna be humiliated so badly. I’ll let you spin the wheel and even let you choose what game we play.” Zane took one last look at Ace before he and his friends stormed out. The cafeteria burst into chatter, students buzzing with excitement and gossip. This wasn’t what I had expected on my first day at the academy. To think I’d be able to see a new side of Ace. “Dude, no way!” Tarek exclaimed. “He’s actually going to join this semester's games!” “What’s so special about these games? Is it like a basketball tournament or something?” I asked.