I Killed The Player Of The Academy Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

Also, his stature and presence could make them feel more at peace. Elias continued, “Then we’d move on to betas who score brilliantly in lectures and get overlooked at every single trial because strength isn’t their metric.” Lucien turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. “Are you sure you’re a new student? You seem to know every single thing about the academy already.” Elias chuckled, “I spent a whole month studying this place before finally applying. I wouldn’t just come here without doing my research.” “Oh, that explains why you know everything.”

And I was going in as a nobody, a girl dressed like a boy, with no backup, and a secret that could get me killed before breakfast. Tomorrow, Donovan would stand at the altar, waiting to marry the girl he thought he’d broken. I’d be halfway across the nation by then, stepping into the Alpha Academy—the same place he’s supposed to train for his crown. I’ll be right under his nose. We’ll meet again. Not as lovers. But on the battlefield he was dumb enough to think I’d never reach. And when we do, I’ll look him in the eye, and I’ll show him exactly what happens when you try to destroy a Vittori. I won’t be the girl who loved him. I’ll be the girl who came to ruin him.

"Didn't think to look for betrayal from within. Didn't think someone would choose revenge over redemption." Through the window, I saw smoke rising from various parts of the academy. Saw students fighting the trapped Old Court soldiers. Saw the damage from the brief invasion. And through the bloodline, I felt them. The three vampires I'd killed. Their absence like holes in a tapestry. Their families feeling the loss through the connection. "We need to secure the academy," I said. My voice was mechanical. "Clear out the remaining invaders. Tend to the wounded. Figure out what information Thorne gave the Old Court and how to counter it."

“What are you talking about?” “Bolton said he would give me the name if I broke it off with her.” “Who put the hit on Killian?” he asked. I nodded. “And said he would help me handle it.” Axel gave a long sigh. “And you believed him?” “He knows what will happen if he crosses me.” “He already crossed you, Theo,” he snapped. “You’re already trying to kill each other.” “It’s done, Axel.” He shook his head. “Theo, Killian is dead. Been dead awhile now. You need to focus on the life you still have. Whether his bones rest in the cemetery or the bottom of the ocean doesn’t change the fact that he’s not coming back.”

Chapter 113: Fallout By the next morning, the academy had become a living rumor. No one was quite saying Jason’s name the same way anymore. Not after the corridor. Not after the blood-red silence that followed Celeste’s arrival. Not after the unmistakable fact that something had ended in a way no one could spin into a campus prank or a clever misunderstanding. People still whispered. They just did it more carefully.

It’s patient, taking it time to grow. That scares me almost as much as the guards. Because if I survive this… if I break free… what happens next? Continue running from the hunters and Lord Tracon? I can't go back to the academy, where will I run to? What if the book is right? What if I really am meant to destroy everything? The thought settles heavy in my stomach. I picture the academy burning. Packs scattered. Witches shrinking. Vampires running. Hunters cheering. People screaming my name like it’s a curse.

There is no way we can lose to a single freshman. Well, reality just slapped her in the face. Literally. She looks up at me, and her heart drops. I am looking down at them like a god looking at a bunch of ants. I smile again, and the temperature in the room instantly drops to freezing. "Actually," I say pleasantly, my voice echoing in the cold air. "If you really want to, I can totally send you to the afterlife right now. I don't mind at all! The f*e is a lot higher, of course, since killing students breaks the Academy rules."

I smiled. “You are a fucking coward! If you want to prove that then fight me. Why take my life?” He asked and I chuckled lightly. I walked back towards him. “Are you this scared of death? For someone who doesn’t mind sending other people to the afterlife, you shouldn’t be scared of death, don’t you think so?” “I am not scared of death but this is injustice. You came into the school and ruined the lives of everyone here. You changed the order. You have the academy on lockdown and now you have me captive all because what?”

The place I’d left with Isla in my arms, thinking we were coming back victorious. “We failed,” I said. The words were ash. “I failed.” “No,” Caelan said. “We’re breathing. She’s breathing. That’s not failure. That’s round one.” I wanted to believe him. “We get there,” I said. “We heal, then after we find her. That’s it.” “That’s it,” Caelan said. Elias’s voice cut through. “Academy!” I looked up. The hills parted. The Academy of Blackstone rose out of the valley like it always had. Stone walls fifty feet high. Towers with silver roofs. The main gate, iron and oak, big enough to march an army through.