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My eyes narrow at the space between them. Confetti coats the table, with two large bowls—one filled with candy and the other with potato chips. There’s a plate stacked with soft-baked cookies sandwiched in buttercream and topped with a single pink candle. A young man with curly light copper hair and a sturdy build rises, offering a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he chirps, his round face lighting up with a smile as his deep, warm brown eyes fix on my mark. “It’s not much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to the Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.”

As she stepped through the grand archway, the scent of aged wood and polished stone enveloped her, mingling with the faint aroma of something sweet wafting from the nearby courtyard. Inside, the hallways were bustling with students—vampires with their pale skin and sharp features, werewolves with their confident strides, and witches adorned in flowing robes, their laughter echoing off the walls. Charlie felt a pang of anxiety as she observed the groups forming, each one a tight-knit circle of friends. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, reminding herself that this was her chance to start anew. “Hey! You must be the new girl!” A voice broke through her thoughts, and Charlie turn

NOVA Vordrak Academy sat in the northern highlands like it had grown there instead of being built. Stone walls, dark and massive, cut into the hillside at an angle that meant the sun only hit the courtyard directly for about two hours a day. Everything else lived in the shade. Nova walked through the front gates with her bag on one shoulder, her heartbeat at a controlled sixty, and her face doing the thing she'd practised in every reflective surface since leaving home: relaxed, mild, and belonging.

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

Before I could start to cry, Gabe ran out, all legs and arms and thick curly hair, and helped me up. "You'll be okay," he'd said, brushing off my knees. "Shake it off." "The academy is a place for them to learn about the supernatural, train, and gain strength. They've been learning - though they didn't know it at first - how to help, hunt, and kill supernatural creatures of all kinds in case any of them came after my boys or, more specifically, you." I lifted my glass to take a drink and stiffened. "Why would anything else be after me?"

Ambroise told him some stories to make it seem like he knows a lot about me. "That's enough, Class! Let's all settle down. I am Miss Everest Arlert, I had a Phd in English Literature in Alles Lazlo University, I'm currently writing in progress with my latest book. For the past 4 years, I was a brilliant Author of famous novels around the world and that lit a fire in me to share my burning passion with aspiring students like you, thus me being a teacher in this prestigious Academy." Of course, the teachers in our Academy are not third-rates that you can just get from anywhere, this Academy is of very HIGH caliber. After a fifteen minute declamation of her love for writing, the bell rang and i

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That spot belongs to me. How do I explain this? Should I tell her the truth? Would she be weirded out? She’s from the orphanage system—nothing to her name, no family. That’s how the Academy traps girls like her. They have nothing, and we offer them a life. A luxurious life, one they can't ever refuse. And they take it, because the alternative is starvation. Or worse. "Uhm," I mumble when she turns to look at me. "What?" She asks with a frown.

Claire chuckled, “Fine. I’ll let it go. Have you decided on a sport yet? The rugby tournament is coming up.” I considered it. There were eight Noble Academy campuses spread across the territories: one in the Full Moon Pack’s capital, one in the Red Moon Pack’s capital, one in the New Moon Pack’s capital, and the other five were spread out to be central to all the other territories. The Full Moon campus was considered the best of all eight in most things. The one thing the campus fell short in was the rugby tournament.