Novel & Cerita White Room Classroom Of Elite

As had been the case in the Grey castle, he learned each lesson was held in a different room. The journey to Tillaman’s class was as educative as the one he’d had with Diedrich. The literate building had rooms hidden within it and was built like a mansion with balconies on all sides, the inner passages, brightened by glowing blue spheres on their brown walls at different intervals of the hallways, were wide enough to contain the chaos of his mates as they traversed its lengths.

His silver eyes darkened beneath the pale moonlight. "You think you can take them both?" Lyla’s breath steadied. "I don’t have a choice." Eli’s mouth curled faintly. "Then you’d better not miss." Lyla’s silver gaze flashed toward him. "I don’t miss." Eli’s silver eyes glinted beneath the dark sky. "Good." The war room beneath the Blackwood compound was dim and cold. Rough-hewn stone walls pressed close on all sides. A single torch flickered in the corner, casting thin light across the scarred oak table.

I was a little nervous. "Well, we can figure that out later." Alara interrupts the silence and I throw her a grateful look. "Time for class." I mutter, as Emma wraps her arm in mine. Room 312. That's where we'll have our class. One would think it consists of chairs and tables and a board or a projector. However, it is a vast empty room with chairs tucked into a corner. That is it. "Good morning everyone. Take your seats so we can proceed with your second class." A woman announces, her body posture as rigid as a stick.

he asked me before turning around and heading inside. I just snorted. Wasteful. I thought he would laugh. I still hope. Shh! I just stepped inside. COLE POV I gasped as I entered the large brass door. An elegant and spacious room was revealed to me. Wait, how can I describe it? I can't find a sensible adjective. The room itself shouted the eliteness status of the owner. Terrible! Just imagine that a Prince lives in Sephiro's Penthouse. That's not difficult... Bennet looks like a prince. Prince of Bipolars and screamers. Hahahaha!

He could still hear the words of the mysterious woman echoing in his mind. “The Crimson Vault is not what you think it is. And neither are you.” That single statement had stirred up more questions than answers. It rattled him more than the threats of his enemies, more than the schemes of the Red Ledger. Because this wasn’t about enemies outside anymore this was about who he was and what he might become. Inside the War Room The next morning, the atmosphere in the estate’s underground chamber was heavy with urgency. Maps and documents littered the table, while holographic projections flickered in the air. His lieutenants Kola, Ibrahim, and Adaora were already waiting, their faces grim.

A boy smiled like someone had written the expression onto his face. "Selene…" Aria said, eyes scanning the quad. "I don't like this." "I know." "Why does it feel like everything's… rendered from memory?" Selene didn't answer. Inside the humanities building, the fluorescent lights buzzed too loud. The air smelled like old toner and burning plastic. Room 2B. Aria hesitated at the door. Selene touched her shoulder. "I'm with you." They walked in together. The classroom was worse.

“Did your roommate try to sacrifice you to a dark god or anything? Some of them are weird.” “No, she’s quiet. Her name is Elara,” I replied, taking a piece of toast. “She seems fine.” “Elara is cool. A bit of a loner, but she’s one of the smartest hybrids in the school,” Jack explained between bites of sausage. “You ready for Albright’s class? Get ready to be bored to death.” “He’s not that bad,” Janet chimed in. “He just likes the sound of his own voice. The real problem is who else is in that class.” She subtly tilted her head toward the Aurora table.

I crossed my arms slightly despite the books I was carrying. “Clearly not.”Cole sighed softly before lowering his voice. “People here follow Dylan Winthrop.”I blinked. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s true,” he replied simply. “And trust me… you don’t want his attention.”Too late for that apparently.Before I could respond, Cole pushed open a large classroom door. The second we entered, conversations stopped.Every head turned toward me instantly and my stomach dropped. The classroom itself looked nothing like a normal high school classroom. It was huge, modern, and ridiculously expensive-looking. Large windows overlooked the campus while sleek black desks filled the room neatly.And every single stu