Cassius POVCassius moved quietly through the tournament grounds, blending into the background as he watched the events unfolding around him. The sun hung high, casting sharp shadows across the field, but the chill in the air was unmistakable - an undercurrent of darkness that only he seemed to sense.He watched as the remaining competitors from Ironclaw circled their opponents with a newfound arrogance, their taunts sharper, their blows more brutal. The Ironclaw leader, Ewan, had been detained, but it seemed his absence only fueled his packmates’ aggression. Cassius narrowed his eyes, scanning the crowd as he picked up on something that had been bothering him since the start of the tournament: the frequent, low conversations between certain Ironclaw members and a small, tight-knit group of Fea students.Cassius approached the edge of the sparring grounds where one Fea, Caelum, stood watching the matches with an unsettling calm. His icy gaze flicked to Cassius briefly before turning b
“Cassius. Speak.” Her tone was clipped, efficient, betraying no sign of surprise or hesitation, as if she had already anticipated he would come to her with something important.Cassius hesitated for just a second before continuing, his gaze lingering on the students in the distance, each lost in their own focus or competition. “I’ve been watching the movements of certain students,” he began, his voice low, barely above a murmur, yet carrying weight. “The Fea, specifically Caelum, and some of the Ironclaw members - they’re working together.”Ellara’s expression shifted imperceptibly, but her eyes darkened, a flicker of concern briefly crossing her features. She knew full well that the Fea were cunning, unpredictable, and with their ties to darker magic, always capable of making dangerous alliances.“Go on,” she urged, though her face remained as impassive as ever. Her gaze now seemed to sharpen, the air around her thick with attention.Cassius took a breath. He had learned over the yea
Cassius POV Cassius stayed close to the sidelines, his gaze never straying far from Caelum and the Ironclaw members who had clustered around him. Their movements were precise, their steps mirroring one another like parts of a well-rehearsed dance. It was too deliberate, too synchronized, to be coincidental.He saw Caelum murmuring something to one of the Ironclaw members, who responded with a nod, his eyes glinting with a dark determination. Cassius felt the pulse of something unfamiliar, something dangerous, radiating from their small group. His instincts screamed that whatever was happening went far beyond simple rivalry.Dominic and Sara had shifted closer to him, their expressions filled with concern as they followed his gaze.“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Dominic whispered, barely moving his lips. His voice was low but taut, holding back the tension of restrained fury.“More than seeing,” Cassius replied, his voice just as low. “I’m sensing something... off. There’s a dark e
The sky over the tournament grounds darkened with unnatural speed, shifting from a mild afternoon to an eerie twilight. Cassius felt the change immediately, the air thickening with the scent of damp earth and the iron tang of magic gone wrong. He scanned the horizon as purplish clouds churned overhead, and a gust of cold wind swept across the grounds, carrying whispers that chilled him to his core.In the stands, students’ families murmured, some pointing to the sky in confusion, others instinctively drawing their loved ones closer. The crowds shifted nervously, the energy in the air vibrating with tension. Before anyone could react, the first crack of violet lightning split the sky, and the sound was followed by a wave of darkness rolling over the tournament field, blotting out the sunlight and plunging everyone into a chilling twilight.Cassius turned sharply, his gaze sweeping through the crowd. “Where’s Caelum?” he muttered, a pulse of fear jolting through him as he scanned the fa
As Caelum raised his hand, the dark energy swirling around him coalesced into a jagged, pulsating spear of shadows. His smirk widened, malice gleaming in his eyes. Just as he hurled the weapon toward Cassius, a voice rang out, cutting through the oppressive air with commanding clarity.“Enough!”The spear disintegrated mid-air, scattering into harmless wisps of smoke. Caelum turned sharply, his expression twisting into one of frustration. Headmistress Ellara emerged from the darkness, her stride purposeful, her form radiant with a shimmering aura of golden-white light. The stark contrast between her magic and the oppressive shadows around them was like a beacon cutting through the night.“Caelum,” she said, her voice cold as frost, her eyes locking onto his with unrelenting intensity. “You’ve overstepped. Stand down, or I will end this here and now.”Caelum laughed, a hollow sound that sent shivers through the air. “Stand down? Oh, Ellara, you’ve grown soft in your years of peace. You
The battlefield was silent now, save for the soft murmurs of those slowly regaining their bearings. Cassius stood among the wreckage, his sharp senses overwhelmed by the cacophony of pain and the sharp, metallic tang of blood that lingered in the air. It was everywhere - human, werewolf, fae and other creatures - mixing into an intoxicating, maddening swirl.His fists clenched at his sides as he tried to center himself. The vampire’s centuries of stoic discipline were straining under the weight of the carnage around him. He prided himself on his control, the iron will that allowed him to walk among others without succumbing to the primal urges that haunted all vampires. But now, with the chaos, the fear, and the acrid taste of dark magic still lingering on his tongue, his composure was faltering.He took a step back, away from the thickest concentration of wounded. His breathing was steady, but his jaw clenched tight.This is too much. I need to leave. Now.The taste of blood in the a
Zoe couldn’t miss opportunity to come home for a bit during semestral break. The familiar scent of pine and fresh bread enveloped Zoe as she walked through the front door. Her heart lifting at the sight of home. Her mother’s warm smile and her father’s easy laugh reminded her just how much she’d missed the comforts of family. The entire evening felt like a long hug - her brother teasing her about her “fancy witch school,” her father proudly grilling her on her training, and her mother glancing at her with that familiar, knowing look.After they cleared the table, her father and brother retired, and Zoe found herself alone with her mother in the living room. Her mother set out a woolen blanket on couch and two mugs of tea on the coffee table, her hands moving deftly but with a soft tremor that Zoe noticed for the first time. They settled into the couch, the comforting silence between them lasting only a moment before Zoe’s worries came spilling out.“Mom… something happened at Nighthav
The words were barely out of his mouth before he raised his hand, a twisted magic crackling at his fingertips, and hurled it toward them.The world erupted in chaos.Gabriel, with lightning speed, shoved Zoe and her mother aside, shielding them as the dark blast struck. He shifted instantly, his own powerful wolf form unfurling in a burst of gray fur. “Run, Zoe! Get away from here!” he snarled in mind link, bracing himself as Philip’s warriors launched forward.Zoe’s mother gripped her shoulders, her eyes blazing. “Remember what I said. Trust yourself. We’ll hold them off. I love you. Run, now !”“But, Mom..” Zoe’s words were cut off as her mother shifted, her form melting into the sleek, silvery wolf that Zoe had always known - swift and strong, her mother’s wolf stood guard, a fierce protector.Zoe stumbled back, her eyes darting to Philip, who watched her with a sick satisfaction as his warriors closed in. But she couldn’t stay, not if she wanted to survive even a moment longer. Sh