Projection Chapter 31 Novels & Stories

**Wolf kid (low, teasing):** “Little sis got a study buddy already?” Mia rolls her eyes without turning. **Mia (quiet but firm):** “Mind your own notes, Caleb.” He chuckles and leans back. Mr. Vargas dims the lights a little, starts the projector. **Mr. Vargas:** “2031 Integration Accords—turning point. Supernatural communities go public, treaties signed, schools like this one become the norm instead of the exception. Who can tell me the three main clauses?”

Victor asked angrily, seeing that they had stopped listening to him. Just then the projector flickered on and the light shone brightly around the ball room again. Victor's eyes darted to mine and I could see that even behind his facade of calmness and carefree attitude, he was scared. Scared of what I was going to or, scared of what I had done already. He shouted that the projector should be turned off but the buzz was to loud.

They were both afraid for what's to come, out of nowhere. It would be a hungry animal in search of food or a deadly monster who's waiting for its prey. Both of them hope it was just an assumption. “Suppleret nos lumen tuum.” Falla cast a spell as she waved a piece of stick on thin air and a blinding ball of light appeared up above them. It brightens the area close to them. There, a dark hooded figure stepped out of darkness to reveal itself. Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel.

Slowly, inexorably, the echo faltered, its grin fading as Ian’s discipline overpowered its aggression. Madison’s shadows attacked the other projections with the same principle. Each strike, each binding, was exact—avoiding excess, maintaining rhythm, and holding back the full force of their power. Vera’s light carved paths through the shadows, creating barriers and channels that guided the projections without incinerating them. And I moved with strings, weaving a web that caught any projection attempting to escape or overextend. Stepbrother’s overlays flickered like lightning, mapping every trajectory, every force vector. “Observation: internal control maintains superiority over projection a

The projector suddenly flickered behind her. Gasps spread instantly through the hall. A blurred image appeared on the screen. John walking through the hallway late at night. Toward the girls’ dormitory. Whispers erupted violently again. John’s chest tightened. Christiana felt her pulse spike. But before anyone could speak— Another image appeared. Christiana near the garden wall. John standing close beside her. The whispers became chaos. “Oh my God—” “They were together—” “I knew it—” Mother Superior slammed her hand sharply against the table.

she whispered. A slow sigh drifted through the corridor warm and intimate, like breath against skin. “You came.” Mirror-Jayden’s voice. But not taunting this time. Something else. Something deeper. Almost… relieved. Jayden clenched his fists. “Show yourself!” The corridor lights flickered. Then the floor beneath them rippled, and a soft glow spread in front of their feet forming a circle, burning with faint white blue fire. A projection rose from the flame. Not a body.

Looking at her very scared at that bed and imagining her being tortured until death, believe it or not, naturally made me feel soreness in my heart. From there, I came to a deep realization that maybe, something special is about her. I was just refusing to have a view encircling it. Eleanor’s POV “What is it that you need to show me?” He brings out a round… I am not familiar with that thing. As soon as I observed it, I am guessing it is a projector. He brought me here to a very blank room in his company building, just plain white floor and walls to be exact. After just a minute of staying here, feels like my eyes are dazzled.

It cooled the beast in me that wanted to tear every threat apart. “Marcus, turn on the projector.” Ashley spoke to my beta so naturally, like giving commands was simply where she belonged. The screen dropped from the wall, and rows of charts lit up. I leaned back on the sofa, fingers interlaced over my knee, my gaze glued to her like it couldn’t leave even if I tried.

"A projector?" Michael slowly walked closer. Someone had already connected it to electricity. As if... They expected visitors. --- On top of the projector rested a small envelope. Tayla carefully opened it. Inside was another handwritten note. Play the tape. Nothing else. Michael looked around cautiously. "This doesn't feel right." "No." "It feels staged." --- He pressed the power button anyway. The machine hummed softly. A blank white wall became the screen. Static flickered. Then... A grainy video appeared.