Victor’s POV (Flashback)It was all simpler before but it was never this wretched.Back then in the place that was my hometown, my poor small hometown that were inhabited by various creatures; not just werewolves but also elves, dragons and other shifters, the only thing we shared were our weaknesses and the only thing we possessed for ourselves were our homes - a place that we considered a sanctuary and strived to protect.But then I was one of the rare few; an elf and a werewolf, even more fascinating one that could shape shift into a werewolf when I officially became an adult.I was praised for breaking a three-hundred-year record as that was the last time someone shape shifted into a wolf in my hometown.With this I believed I could venture freely into the broader outside world as I dreamt about seeing and capturing all life had to offer. I left my town; a place that loved and shielded me from anything, everything. I left my home and eventually became a student in the combat depar
Victor’s POVI couldn’t say if I truly regretted killing Richard Krueger or not.If I said that I did regret it, then why did the feeling of his skull being crushed by my fists instantly with just one punch during training fill me with so much euphoria and excitement? Why then did I smile when I saw his bleeding form on the ground unmoving? Was it because I had for some reason avenged the crimes done to me? Or was it because there was no other choice for anyone in this academy but to become a blood-thirsty maniac?Still, I couldn’t say I liked it either because regardless of it being a thrilling experience I also got nothing in return. Richard Krueger was dead but the suffering he inflicted on me was still very much alive.In a way, it kept him living, in the very core of my brain causing me to be severely unable to function. I still saw him everywhere and the smell of blood had become a constant thing to me. I didn’t like that either.I remembered my hands shaking—trembling—and blood
Ariana’s POVHis eyes shook, brown irises surrounded by bright red lines. I found them familiar, as though I was re-enacting the moment I’d lost everything, just like he had. But this couldn’t possibly be a re-enactment, after all it wasn’t my pain, it was all Victor’s.I could sympathize, I could find the thread of resemblance but it wasn’t the same thing. We stood parallel to each other, sharing a pain of loss, of rage, and revenge.For that exact reason I couldn’t let him continue in the path that he had chosen in this society’s duress. He wasn’t given a chance to dream, nobody around him thought he was worth living in the first place.There was nothing more effective in turning someone into a monster than letting them believe society—the core of life itself—never wanted them to live. Such an unforgivable sin committed against a young child. My features hardened, I couldn’t forgive it.“T…They—” His voice trembled as though what he was seeing through his eyes was a recollection of
Ariana’s POVAfter Victor’s death, everything changed, flipping my life around in a complete one-eighty.Suddenly I was thrust into the limelight, with stares that used to be filled with contempt now filled with praises and glory. Everyone treated me as though I was a savior, singing testimonies of how I saved the school from an untimely disaster.Principal Remus especially seemed to have taken great value to me. He now treated me fondly, spoke highly of me to others and even promoted me, changing my living quarters to an upsized one that had a guest room to spare with food being served to me in my room per my request.I hadn’t gotten used to it yet since it all was just so sudden and I still didn’t understand what I’d done to deserve it. What was done could’ve been done by anyone.It probably would’ve been easier on my part if Victor was still alive, if he still lived and could experience the world the way he dreamed of. Then, I would be able to stomach the praises I received.Now, I
Ariana’s POVDamon’s breathing was strangled, intense.His aura had totally consumed me and I remained in his arms, frozen. I always thought he was dangerous even though I also knew he wouldn’t hurt me.Why I thought he was dangerous was because I never knew what to do around him, and the only way to describe it was intense — he was too intense for me.With Jasper I remembered love to be normal.Letters that spawned in a month or two telling the other about our achievement in our respective fields with promises of meeting again. Even when he was still at Warwick, when we saw all the time all we—he talked about was the kingdom, and I listened.I didn’t know how to handle something like this as no one told me feelings for a person could exist in such a form.No one told me love could be like this—all consuming, and like a permanent tattoo on the skin, on the soul.“Did you miss me?” The question came out as barely a whisper, something meant for just me.I said nothing.His palm slowly r
(Leo/Damon)’s POVSome hours Earlier before visiting Ariana***“You cannot handle the body you’ve possessed.” I taunted Leo.He laughed at me, “You forget I was created out of you and that we exist as an entity. I cannot possess what is mine. But I can try.” He smirked.He was right, more so because he chose not to kill me when Klaus asked him too. We existed interchangeably yet were both birthed from the same placenta.Leo was smart, in a way that his intelligence was well matched for bodies of evil like Klaus. He was able in mere seconds to free both him and myself from the grasps of Klaus’ control, without his knowledge.Even more impressively, he kept it hidden from him and has been successfully pulling it off.It was as though we were Siamese twins but instead of being conjoined by flesh, we were conjoined at the root of a soul that belonged to the both of us.Still… his avid intolerance for Ariana was something that I couldn’t tolerate.It didn’t matter if we lived through each
(Leo/Damon)’s POVBy the time I regained consciousness, Damon had seized the opportunity and actually successfully regained control over his body. Now, I was forced to watch while he acted in ways that irritated me. The display of intimacy, feelings that I had concealed now festered in my body causing it to behave senselessly.I despised that it didn’t take much for her to gain control of feelings that I struggled handling, how she made my persistent struggles seem useless, how easy it was to get me in the palm of her hand as she wished.Damon loved her and for some reason she returned the sentiment even while not knowing that they were mates. It was nauseating to say the least but I couldn’t ruin my efforts by taking control just yet.So I let her be happy. After all, she was vital to breaking the dark shadow’s curse and that was all that mattered to me.But I wouldn’t let such a thing happen again. Damon would never gain control of this body. For now, I’ll let him enjoy his little t
Ariana’s POVA crowd of students were already gathered around the building. Gasps and murmurs filled the air as everyone waited for the student to fall.“What… what are we going to do ma’am?” Sigil asked frantically and just as I opened my confused mouth to talk, the unexpected happened.It was like a movie, something out of touch with reality, only that it was not. This was real. The student was falling.At that moment seeing his body falling from such an immense height reminded me of Victor and my failure to save him.I remembered telling Damon about it last night, how I could barely even breathe sometimes when I remembered him and my inadequacy to help him on time. It kept me up at night most times when I didn’t have work to distract me. That guilt. It ate me alive.”‘You did what you could, even Victor knew that. Whether or not it was enough doesn’t matter. It has passed and so has he, on his own will. He’s resting now, you should too.’ That was what had Damon said to me.Doing wh
NERO’s POV“Nero! Patience!” My grandfather would always yell at me as a child and as I progressed in age, my reaction to that sentence greatly differed.I believe as you must’ve already guessed; for the worst.To be fair, at first, I did deserve it, considering I was a menace in the body of a small child.As the young and only grandson to the leader of the dwarf clan, I wasn’t the innocent, conveniently shy child that people would envision, considering my grandfather was sweet—at least the part they knew and I was accustomed to at the time.I was a mischief, or prankster, whichever you’d prefer to call it.I played pranks on children, and I derived joy in that, seeing their faces contorted in an expression they didn’t like nor could control. I enjoyed bending them in a cage of my own doing.My grandfather, terribly sweet—and loving—never minded my mischief.Thinking back now, his dream must’ve sucked whatever energy he had to reprimand an overly energetic five-year-old.It had alread
Ariana’s POV“What happened to you while I was away? There’s so much tiredness in your eyes,” He lifted my chin gently, meeting my eyes, “I can see your exhaustion, even though you try to hide it.”Guilt came over me and I found myself evading his eyes.Did he get to ask the questions?His palm cupped my cheek gently, pulling me in his arms, his tall frame crouched gently over me. “I worry I’ve failed, I worry I’ve failed you.”My lips pressed together, and tears gathered in my eyes. “I am… tired, a little bit.” My voice croaked and he held me tighter, “I’m here now, you can rest easy.”If not for his arms that held me I was this close to buckling and my body would have surrendered to my exhaustion.It was always so easy for me to surrender to his warmth. Yet somehow, that made me feel extremely pathetic but I stayed regardless.“Something is wrong,” He suddenly spoke.“What?” I pushed away from him.“We need to go in there.” He pointed towards the forge shed where Nero was currently
Ariana’s POVA punch came right at my abdomen, on the same spot I was hit.This time, it hurt a lot worse because the force used was nearly three times faster… and stronger.Instantly I coughed out blood, my eyes going hazy for a moment.Maybe I shouldn’t have just run in front of the door leaving me with no appropriate defense or offense but it was my responsibility to protect Nero.Another punch came flying across my cheek, heavy damage falling on my bleeding gums.If I continued like this without an appropriate defense I was as good as dead.I didn’t expect this degree of power or strength from one opponent, especially one that aimed to kill me as gruesomely as possible.I struck out my fists for a punch when Milo held it, surprising me.Painfully, he bent and twisted my wrists, nearly breaking them when I yelled out.Were these one of his abilities? Predicting attacks.If he was just this good then I was in a serious problem.“I knew you were weak I just didn’t expect,” He stared
Ariana’s POVThe shadows wasted no time in attacking us.The unhinged offense of their attacks made me know that they intended to leave here with our lives under their belt like an accomplishment from work.Judging from the looks of two of the faces it was easy to decipher that they were students.It had already gotten this bad?I quickly ducked, avoiding someone’s feet from connecting with my skull. Judging by the projected force, it would’ve actually hurt.“This is bad.” I said, moving backwards to a safe distance.“What are we going to do?” Bach asked, using his telekinesis.I froze.Yes, that was it. Telekinesis.“Bach, if you can hear me, say my name.”“Ariana.” He responded. I exhaled in relief, “So what’s the plan?”“You’re going to read their thoughts the same way you read mine. You need to be able to tell us their next form of attack before they act on it.”I stared at the only remaining shadow that didn’t come forward to attack. He simply stood there, hands crossed with his
Ariana’s POVFootsteps approached me. “How long have you been sitting there?”I sat under the shade of a tree. Looking up, I stared at Sigil who was accompanied by Bach. “Give or take; five hours.”His forehead creased in worry, “You’ve been waiting that long? It’s hot in the afternoon and we have no idea when he will be done. You could’ve gone home, you look like you need some rest.”I turned my head to the small building where the intense yet consistent sound of metal being beat into resurrection was heard. I squinted my eyes, trying to control the deep heaviness inside them.“He hasn’t come out ever since he laid his hands on that plan. I have no idea what kind of person he is but I don’t think I could leave here knowing how much pain is being put into making that sword.”“That was his decision to make, not yours. Whatever remorse you might feel is not yours to take. You need to remember that you are the one who wields the sword in the end.”I turned to face Sigil, “Do you know he
Damon’s POVFootsteps from behind approached me and instilled.“I thought you’d have left the school by now.”I turned to face the owner of the voice.Klaus.“Then I’d just be doing you a favor I have no interest in granting.” I spat in response.Klaus stepped closer, “I see you’ve figured it out already.”I placed both hands in my pockets, “It was hard not to. The shadows increasing, the lack of interest in how many souls I could acquire for you. You’ve turned this academy into your little breeding nest.”“Calling it a nest would mean something motherly— a thing that needed to be protected. Their souls hold none of such sentiments, at least to the dark shadow’s appetite. Now that I can easily heighten their demise without needing to deal with a lonely elemental werewolf,”—My jaw hardened—“I don’t intend for that luxury to end anytime soon.”“So you came here to kill me? I wouldn’t call that a sound plan, at least on your ends.”“No, I have no sadistic interest in your life. You will
Ariana’s POVI became alert.It was the only right thing to do as I caught a whiff of that ominous smell.Every picture of what could possibly go wrong came to mind and my anxiety returned. Was this a trap?Had Sigil unknowingly led us to a trap?“Who are you?” Sigil questioned and for the briefest second I blinked back in shock.How did he not know the identity of the person whom he’d led us to?“And who are you?” The short boy replied back, and I could only hiss.“I can only answer that if you are Nero, the sword smith.” Sigil shot back, and the look on the boy’s face suddenly changed.A sense of familiarity struck him and he said in a low voice - “Then you’ve come to the right place.”I raised a brow. Sigil did to.“I am Nero.” He said again, and relief followed by a shocking sense of wonder coursed through me.Nero was very short.He was a dwarf—a really buff one.“We have come to the right place, Ariana.” Sigil whispered slightly, moving forward and I followed him. He added almos
Ariana’s POVI stood in front of Fenrir’s door.He’d been discharged that same morning and was now staying at his quarters.I’d spent approximately four hours searching through shops for the materials Darko told me about only to end up here.If there was someone that could help me with finding ‘things’ he was my… only answer.I sucked in a deep breath.Extending my hand, I exhaled through my mouth, molded my hands into fists and knocked.There was no response.I was about to knock again when the door opened, revealing Fenrir.He didn’t look bad physically as he was still recovering from his injuries, but he didn’t look good either.I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it.“You want something from me?” He asked and I froze. “Don’t you?” He asked again“I do.”He said nothing.“There’s no one else that can help me with this but you.”“Yet you called me greedy with disdain on your face.”I bit my lip, looking down at my feet and feeling extremely self-conscious.“I guess it is ea
Ariana’s POVImmediately Damon disappeared from my line of sight, I went searching for Darko after.After retracing his peculiar steps, I found myself back at the library. And at the same table where he sat before.He was there, and his focus were immensely consumed by the book in front of him.To the normal eye, it would seem nice—motivational, but to me, I found the way his eye pierced the book as if to consume it whole off-putting.He had successfully created an image of a harmless butterfly, someone unaware of pain and how to inflict it.He looked like the perfect student and not like the scary creature he really was.As though he’d heard all my thoughts, he stopped reading and looked up.Our gazes met.I stilled.His eyes were completely blank, dark, scary, boring deep.I swallowed hard and took a step close.When I got close enough, I took a seat opposite him and sat down.“I’ve returned.” I began.“And no one except for the both of us seated here are aware of this, I believe?”