Novel & Cerita Twisted Wonderland Royal Sword Academy

The floor and my shoes turned hazy as the liquid cloaked my eyes. "But...Aurora? What about your family?" Tessa asked. "I have a solution for that. And that's why I am going to SpellMoon academy." I pulled out my phone and showed them the website on the screen. Alex and Tessa's eyes lowered to the screen. "Interesting." A shrill voice takes my attention away from the image of the past day. A tall woman having a dark complexion with curly hair and wearing a colourful embroidered dress stares back at us. This must be the witch."A Stone and a Hemsworth. When I heard from Alex about SpellMoon Academy, meeting two royal bloodlines was the least of my expectations" Her dark black eyes almost compa

That was when one of the deputies named Piotr Hortell snapped coolly, "This won't just make our academy famous in Middleton, but we'll also earn the friendship of the Taran Sword Sect, the Jormonts, and the Larvics!" All the elders' eyes lit up, their breaths turning rushed in anticipation. "That's right!" Oars smiled. "We can then invite elders of the Taran Sword Sect to become honorary mentors in our academy. They'd be pleased to accept it!" "Sir…" Someone suddenly began. "If we killed Caleb, the Rags Scholar would—" "Hah! What would we have to worry about?!" Another elder snorted in disdain. "At that point, Rags Willow can't even protect himself!"

A little black haired boy spoke with stars glittering in his eyes as he dreamt of sharing a room with his idol. “Keep on dreaming. There is no way that is going to happen. The Prince already has roommates.” One of the boys he was speaking to, scoffed at his friend’s reverie. Unlike his pal, he had brown hair, with big green eyes, a weird mix. This was the Wielding Academy branch in the Neces Kingdom which was under the jurisdiction of the Western Empire. Hence, the Prince they were referring to was the Western Empire’s Prince- Abelard Smith. Over the past few years, some students stood out in the Wielders Academy, with Abelard being one of the most famous ones.

I have no idea where Cassandra took her, I don’t understand how Gwendolyn is so strong, and now I know Aurora was right; Cassandra promised Cassian that she would help him kill me. I pick up one of the black swords, and as soon as I touch it, I can feel its corruption seeping through me. It fills me with power, similar to how Aurora’s blood makes me feel, but even more volatile. Wrapping my shirt around the hilts, I take two swords with me, leaving the rest scattered around the bloody scene. I don’t waste another moment, extending my wings, I take off into the sky, flying through the smoke from the burning manor and into the clouds.

Ryan stood over Mason, the gun steady in his hand, smoke still curling from the barrel. Claire lay in the mud at his feet, coughing, gasping for breath. The sight of her— broken, bruised, terrified— unleashed something wild and primal inside him. "Step away from her," Ryan said, his voice low and deadly. Mason wiped blood from his mouth, a twisted smile spreading across his face. "Well, well," he rasped. "The prince himself comes to rescue his little whore."

Nalia confessed sheepishly as Kael opened a tiny enchanted sword that could only be wielded by those with pure hearts and sticky fingers. “Is this a phoenix feather cloak?” Tora asked, lifting the baby-sized robe Nalia passed her next. “For naps and dramatic exits,” Nalia confirmed. “See, this is why the twins think they’re royalty,” Cheyenne muttered, only half-joking as she helped Liora unwrap a box that puffed out music and shimmering sparkles. “Oh, but they are,” Koa said, serene and amused. “They just haven’t realized yet how powerful that title really is.”

If the Nebula Royal Academy is the sword that slays enemies, Saint Nova is the crown that guides the Kingdom. This is how the two establishments which were the pride of the nobility were described. The Nebula Royal Academy had a breathtakingly beautiful setting, looking more like a castle than an academy, compared to that, Saint Nova was heaven on earth. Walkways paved with flagstones of different colors, flowering bushes lined up like servants greeting their masters, and the walls and corridors were decorated with precious stones or statues, it was not a school, it was a jewel.

It's even shining. Or is it my eyes? I close my eyes, opening it slowly, and yes, it's still sparkling as though it's brand new. Why can't things ever be normal in this academy? There's either white haired twins stalking you or an infuriating Alpha who's protective and yet mean to you. I do not recommend this academy. ‎ ‎"Please don't be cursed. Please don't be cursed," I silently pray as I reach for the parchment. ‎ ‎I touch it, looking around to see if anything odd will happen but everywhere is quiet.