Romans & histoires I Killed The Player Of The Academy Novel

he assured "Bye for now, I've got eyes on me" she said and ended the call. He sighed as the call was ended. He turned to Juliet who was standing beside him. "I'll need to run a research about Ak forzan" Eagle eyes said from his seat. " Ak forzan is dead!!" Juliet announced. Eden squirmed as he turned to look at her face. "Yes, Ak forzan died while I was still in the academy. He was bursted by a team of SACT officials and he died while trying to escape arrest.I don't know what Sara is talking about, we have the full details about his death" Juliet explained.

I'm six months pregnant when my cousin Hallie Thorne's mate dies. Worried that she has no one to look after her, my mate, Ragnar Clairmont, suggests she move in with us. I don't think twice before agreeing. The moment Hallie walks through the door and sees my pregnant belly, she bursts into tears. Ragnar pulls me aside and says quietly, "Try not to walk around showing off your pregnancy in front of her. Her mate just died before they could even have a pup. Don't rub it in her face." I feel sorry for her, so I agree. That night, Hallie spills dish soap by the kitchen door, causing me to slip and nearly lose my pup. I suspect that she does it on purpose and tell Ragnar. But he just look

In this place, being mediocre was the same as failing. I watched silently as half of the freshman class, fifty young wolves, their dreams shattered in an instant, were escorted toward the iron gates by tight-faced academy guards. It was a brutal reminder of where I was. There were no participation trophies at Alpha Academy. You either proved your worth or you were discarded.

Callen was already waiting inside, tense and ready for a fight. “What happened?” he demanded. I sank onto the bed, heart racing. “They’re here,” I said hoarsely. “The Keepers. They’ve already infiltrated the Academy.” Callen cursed under his breath. Caelan burst in a second later, wide-eyed. “Are you okay?” I nodded shakily. But deep down, I knew nothing was okay anymore. The Academy wasn’t safe. The students weren’t safe. I wasn’t safe. And soon, I’d have to decide:

I wanted to rip away their money, their pride, and their precious family name until all they had left was dirt. The yard was packed with rich kids wearing fancy silk capes. This place wasn't really a school. Aethelgard Academy had been built on top of an ancient stone giant. When a student died or lost their magic, the ground would shake and swallow the failure to keep the monster sleeping. It turned the rich kids mean, hungry, and desperate to stay at the top of the board.

It was very bizarre to see Greg healing the student’s wounds after killing him. Everyone watched in wonder. Amid everyone's gaze, the student whose heart had been ripped out opened his eyes. “Ahh!” the student screamed and sat up. He looked around in horror with no idea what was going on. Greg looked at him with excitement, knowing that he had succeeded. As he rejoiced, the student fell to the ground, twitching all over. He died the next second. Greg was very angry with this result. He had finally captured so few people. Now that half of them had failed, he wished he could capture everyone in the academy and kill them.

“From my view point, I think this is actually your only choice. Unless—of course, you choose to die alongside the one you love in a hopeless battle with the dark shadow where you lose.” A chilling dread ran through my entire body. He continued talking. “This entire academy will then become a massive gravesite, and even your friends will not be spared from the tyranny,”—I gasped—“That is, if you don’t drive them to senseless violence and their unfortunate death.” The migraine returned and I was feeling really irritable and annoyed. I grimaced, “Enough. I don’t want to hear anymore of what you’re saying.” “You wanted truth from me.”

Elara The academy guards were relentless in their investigation. Fortunately, they found no traces of poison in us, nor any obvious motives for murder. The official version focused on a heart attack or organ failure; the truth, aconite, remained hidden under a thick veil of secrecy from the public. The academy declared several days of mourning due to the professor's importance. I returned to the castle with my mates, feeling the weight of Master Albert's death as a physical burden. He had died for the truth, and I was the only one who knew the gravity of the matter.

“ What’s wrong?“ he asked, figuring he wasn’t the reason for her change. A loud, angry screech was his answer. One moment the screech announcing the return of the Untri filled the chamber; the next, he felt the sharp pain of something penetrating his back. Looking down, he saw two pairs of pinchers poking through his stomach. Blood trickled down his chin, his eyes already closing as the pinchers withdrew from his body. Acacius collapsed, faintly hearing the screams of Aralu and the screeches of the Untri. Coming… brother. Acacius was unsure how long he lay there on the cold ground, in the blood of his allies. He felt the life drain out of him, unable to do something, anything. No…this cannot

“To live… or to destroy those who tried to kill you.” So, I chose the later. Armed with nothing but a steel heart and a new identity, I promise to destroy them all—to pay them back for the wrongs against me. ______ Bloodmoon Academy I stood at the gates of the Bloodmoon Academy. The academy loomed ahead—proud and regal. A place for warriors and elites—the cruelest and the untouchable trained here. A place where I once had no place. But now, I walked it's grounds freely.