Mae Fang suddenly discovers she has a sister and a rich family living in Evencrest city, but her parents only want her so they can save their precious Aria from a terrible fate. ~ "The Starweaver Academy is only meant for a selected few." She snarls at my uniform. "It doesn't fit a low life like you-" I cut my mother off with a bite. "But you need me, right? You need me to save your precious Aria." She doesn't answer before sending me off. At the academy, I'm opening my locker when three boys walk up to me. They are triplets! And they growl. "Mate."
View MoreXANNONHis lifeless eyes have plagued my mind since the day it happened at the Crescent Ball. As green as mine, like fresh grass in the meadows. They remind me of where my brothers and I come from. Home. But they also remind me of the day our lives changed. The day we signed an agreement with death that we won't last until the end of our wolves' life span. I still hear the rage of laughter coming from the ongoing Crescent Ball in my head. The table had curved around the Crowngate Higher square and, on the other radius, sat Casterton, the Vamp Lord. Our gazes meshed in a line as we drank from our goblets. His normal wine. Ours poisoned."Xannon." I turn, blinking away my father's lifeless eyes and his voice in my head, facing Kace Morgant. He's not alone. I've come to learn that he always walks with minions from the Dusk Fae Court, who've found their way into this school of bloodshed as well."I haven't seen you since Naming Day ended." He regards me with soul-piercing eyes, like h
MAE: I'm basking in the clouds, floating like the wind. Xannon’s mouth is my eighth wonder. I don't ever want to meet the ground again. “Gods, why does it feel this good?” I moan as soon as the back of my thighs hit the dresser. “Fuck.” “Xannon,” I moan his name, holding his face. Suddenly, he bites my bottom lip. Pain flashes by, but it only turns me on more. Pressure builds as fast as lightning in between my legs. I dig my nails into his skin, letting one hand curl in his long, soft hair. He's practically eating my mouth now. His finger trails down my neck to the valley between my breasts. “The things I want to do to this body of yours, Mae.” I'm suddenly flammable. Everywhere he touches burns sweetly. “Do them.” I don't recognise my voice—in fact, I don't even know I've moaned that out loud. He laughs softly. “Will you really let me?” I can’t think. I'm incapable of processing a thought. Just need exists. Brain-paralysing need. I blame my wolf Lena. But it's my head b
MAE: I still have just two missions within these walls. One, find out what happened to Sai, my dead boyfriend. Two, survive at all costs. There are no classes ongoing now. Shifters are everywhere, but the orders should have less people lurking around. I’m confident in that thought because it’s the most likely. Also, the professor I had seen with Vienna had talked about a meeting with Kathleen. This is my chance. I step into the Order of Founders, sneaking past the guards. It is a square-shaped building, much larger than the rest with fewer occupants. They are the true leaders of Solantis. The ones who will sit in the Paragon Chamber someday with a unit behind each of them, consisting of their Chief Shaper, Elder One, and a Warden General. Willas Aranal read it out to us right before the tolerance test. Somehow, I believe becoming a newborn is a curse in disguise. If you can’t manifest the power of your crest while in any of the Orders, no matter how long it takes, you can leave.
MAE: Psychopaths! What a deranged bunch these three are! How could Tyra do this to me? Every female shifter dreams of finding their mates in the most perfect of humans. I found mine in a crazy bunch, who think I’ll sit back and watch them ruin me. Ha! I’m still stomping off with my hands fisted at my sides and my lips twisted into an angry pout. “Mae?” I whirl around. “What?!” My next words trap in my throat when I realise I’m in the presence of two professors. They both have that signature black cape gown that all Starweaver professors wear above their clothes. “Excuse me, Vienna. Remember we have a meeting with Professor Willas,” the male professor says, placing a hand on her shoulder before leaving the both of us on this hallway. We are inside the Order of Wardens. I came here first because Aria and I need to have a serious conversation about who’s been telling lies. Maybe if I find out the truth, Xaden Beverion will finally let me breathe. “Hello, ma’am.” I clear my thro
XANDER: Seven of us dive into the water, searching the ground for a source. The rush of water is coming from below, not above, but I can’t find anything. Not a single hole, just rock solid concrete. I search like my life depends on it—because my life does depend on it. It submerges us. We have seconds left. “Over here!” someone shouts, “There’s a hole...I need something to clog it.” I swim over to Mae and pull her up to the little space that’s left between the ceiling of the room and the mass of water. “What are you doing, Xander?” “Give me your jacket!” I pull it off her and swim over to the source of the voice. It’s Darius. He takes it from me and we swim to the bottom. I see Xaden dive right after us. The second the hole in the ridgeline between the floor and the wall is clogged, the water stops rising. Darius Raken is still distracted. Xaden comes from behind and breaks his neck. The Founder's body drops to the floor as we swim up for air through the bloody water. I whi
XANDER: It was Xaden’s idea to make it to confinement. Pulling a little last minute trick on Emerald’s pants was also irresistibly easy. He confined us like we wanted because wherever Mae Holden is, we will always be. Our matebond is strong, unbreakable. I walk into the room and it’s the first time I’m beholding her face up close. She’s insanely beautiful, and it’s not-in-your-everyday kind of way. When the professor locks the door behind him, Xaden draws to our mate. “What happened out there, Mae?” he grits in a quiet voice. “I didn’t die.” “Why?” “We have sky gods for a reason. Ask them.” Xaden grabs her elbow, threatening her with his jarring gaze. “Mae, you know exactly what happened out there. Or is this also another lie?” “Fuck off, Xaden.” She glares at him like her eyes are the most lethal poisons to exist. “You know? It will be wise to save your energy and hers,” I say, easing up the tension brewing like a storm. He snaps, “Are you seriously telling me to fuck of
MAE: The flames burn my left leg, but a hand hauls me off my burning rope and I slam into someone next. It’s Xannon. I hold onto him, looking into his eyes as time stops. He’s incredible, using one hand to hold my waist and the other to hold us up. “Cut off the damned burning rope. That’s what you should have done, Mae!” “What?” “Get on my back,” he orders me instead, “You had better hold on tight this time.” I twist, clasping my hands over his shoulder, holding on tight. “Listen, Mae. When I tell you to cut the rope below, start from the place underneath my knee. Can you reach it safely?” I try. It’s almost futile at first, but I try harder with my shard. The cut end falls into the hot flames, vanishing in a split second. So many are still struggling to live. “Good. Keep doing that. It’s the only way we will survive.” Xannon climbs the rope faster, even with me on his back. I begin to understand the pattern. We must outrun the rope’s speed and manage not to get burned. If w
MAE: No one said anything about a tolerance test. Ivan didn’t. Aria didn’t. Riah didn’t. I gulp, trying my hardest to keep my feet from leaping into a dash out of here. I search for Riah’s gaze through the crowd seated around us. Riot says next to me, “Easy there. Your trembling could shake even the earth.” I can’t find Riah. There are so many named shifters surrounding thirty of us. My eyes fail me again and again, and I’m wondering, will it be better to die from the tolerance test or die when everyone discovers I’m crestless? “FYI, Riot. I’ll pray everyday to the sky gods just so they can take away your voice. It’s annoying me.” “You wish,” he scoffs, “My sister has been trying since we were little, but the wonderful goddess Tyra turns her down every time.” Speaking of the Moon goddess. I need her help now. I shut my eyes, taking in deep breaths and ignoring Riot, who’s still at my side. He's one lucky idiot. I won’t waste my prayers to Tyra on him; not when my life is in dire
MAE: “Kill him. Not me,” I seethe at Xaden who’s having a hard time processing the turn of events. If I wasn’t on death row because of his actions, I would have laughed. No matter how sick that sounded. “Wait a second! Don’t listen to her.” “Yes! Listen to me,” I insist, voice rolling over his. “We are not listening to both of you. Naming Day has begun. No shifter in the Starweaver Academy is expected to be around the dorms.” Xaden steps forward, wearing a diplomatic smile. “Good point, officers, but do you know what else you are missing? The fact that I stumbled upon her like you both just did.” “Why did you come here? That was wrong, okay?” The guard brings out his gun, and I can see the daggers he has on him. There are many and all are sharpened to kill. I blurt, “We…We demand a panel judgement!” Xaden and I lock eyes for a moment. We share a frown because even myself does not know what I'm talking about. However, I’m pissed that I just included him in my appeal. A ‘we’? T
MAE: One week ago. I think it’s a trumpet. Maybe the sky gods want a red carpet laid out for them before they arrive on the ground. But it’s only Kira blowing snot into a tissue, repeatedly, in the living room. “Arghhhh.” She half groans and half wails, leaving me dumbfounded. “Don’t you think it’s too early in the morning?” She pops one eye open through her aggressive tears, blowing another round of non-existent snot into a tissue. She’s all surrounded. White crumpled paper towels dot every spot on the black tiled floor next to her. “Men are scum!” she says while crying, but I strain to hear her correctly. “What? Men are saints?” The leatherette couch pillow lands in my face for that, and I raise my hands, surrendering. “Too soon. Got it.” I sigh, watching her crumble, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Kira fell for her mated boss, who hid the truth about his family from her. It wasn’t until she had gotten tangled in his messed up life that she found out. Falling
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