What do a charming vampire professor and an intimidating alpha werewolf have in common? Nothing. Except a forbidden desire for a forbidden girl. *** When Layla Dele is invited to Nox-Luminis Academy, a prestigious school for supernaturals, she thinks she could finally have an escape from her terrible life. But all of her hopes are dashed when her powers, which she had no idea existed, are unleashed and her real evil nature emerges. Now she has two options: learn to harness her untamed powers to fight in a war she knows nothing about, or die. Dejected but not willing to give up her life, she chooses to study but is determined to prove she isn't a beacon of evil. But how can she focus when distraction comes in the form of a strange, magnetising connection with two extremely handsome men? The elegant vampire professor, the reason for her current predicament, whose innocent yet sensual touch and genuine assurance that he would protect her make her knees weak. And the gruff alpha, who rejected her as his mate in front of the whole student body but is extremely protective and shows his tender side only to her. Her heart feels like it knows them. Why does she feel so strongly for men she knows she can't have? And is she really the malevolent, evil creature everyone keeps calling her? Is there more than meets the eye? If there is, what is her role in the scheme of things?
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Layla stiffened at the familiar, gentle, baritone voice that seemed to be whispered in her ear. She spun around, careful not to knock the blue vase she was dusting off its stand. Sleep disappeared for her silver eyes, and they darted across the room. It was empty, saved for the numerous vases and urns of different colours and shapes arranged about. As she had expected. It wasn’t the first, second, or third time she had had the experience that day. She had lost count of how many times she had heard the voice, but she always looked over her shoulder. Like she was waiting for someone. ‘I just imagined it.’ She thought, biting her bottom lip and turning back to her dusting. ‘I’m so stressed and sleep deprived that I’m now imagining his voice during the day.’ It was a mantra she kept telling her each time the voice came. An imagination. She was imagining the voice of one of the men she saw in her dreams as a way her overworked body was using to ease itself. She missed them. The two men she dreamt about. Two men—no matter how hard she tried, their faces were a constant blur when she woke up. She just knew they had come. But their voices… She could never forget their voices. One was what was plaguing her throughout the day. Gentle and smooth, like butter. The other was gruff and commanding, yet had an edge of softness. Though they were different, their presence offered the same thing. Protection, comfort, and security. They both made her weak in the knees and warmed her stomach. Moon Child, they called her. In reference to her silvery white curly hair and eyes, she supposed. Layla moved to the next vase and stifled a yawn. She needed sleep, but she feared doing so. Her mystery men had deserted her for some days now. Sleep, which was her way of escaping the troubles of the day, turned into, well… a nightmare. Nightmares she couldn’t remember but always made her wake up in the middle of the night. Drenched with sweat, with her eyes wide and her chest heaving like she had run a thousand miles,. Then she’d stay awake till dawn, work her bones till nightfall, go to bed, and wake up again from the terrifying nightmare. It was a torturous routine. “Stay awake. Stay awake. You can’t fall asleep here. If you break Mrs. Richardson’s vase, it’s not going to end well.” Layla mumbled under her breath, pinching her cheek. A small yawn escaped her lips, and she groaned. “Stay awake.” She massaged her heavy eyelids with her fingers. “Layla dear,” A man chuckled, and arms wrapped around Layla’s waist, pulling her close to a broad chest. She screamed at the sudden breach in her personal space. Her eyes popped open, and she threw her arms in defense. *Crash* The fragile grey vase fell to the floor; its scattering echoed through the room. “No!” Layla gasped, pressing her hand to her lips. Her wide eyes stared at the broken fragments of the once-beautiful vase. ‘No! No! No! How am I going to explain to Mrs. Richardson that I broke one of her priceless vases? I can’t afford to pay for it—’ “Nora won’t be happy about that.” The man chuckled, snapping her out of her panicked thoughts. Her brain finally registered the arms holding her waist in steely grips, and she froze. There was only one man who would dare hold Layla that way. Her boss, Mr. Jonas Richardson. Her hand gripped the handle of her feathered duster, fighting the urge to push him away. But she couldn’t. Bessy’s last wounds were still fresh in her mind. “Mr. Richardson! It was an accident! I swear! I’m sorry.” Layla stuttered, refusing to look at the man who pressed her against his chest. She knew he knew she was. He had startled her after all, but she didn’t dare blame him, even in her thoughts. If she had paid more attention to her surroundings instead of wallowing in thoughts about nightmares and men, she could have known he had stepped into the room. “Sorry isn’t going to change anything, is it? You’re going to have to pay, and you know it’s quite expensive.” Jonas mumbled against her ear, happiness evidenced in his voice, and she bit back a sob of frustration. Why was she always unfortunate? Why was it that every time she was almost free of her debt to the Richardson family, something had to happen to keep her in their grasp? She had just a few months left before her grandma’s debt was cleared, but she just had to break a vase that had more worth than her life. “It’s so sad; you just had to be clumsy three months away from your freedom. And you were really looking forward to it. Really sad.” He mocked sympathy, slipping one of his hands under her white blouse. ‘Not again.’ Cold shudders skated across Layla’s skin, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “I could convince Blair for you. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind covering up your debt, and you go free.” “No!” Layla gasped, and her eyes flung open. “I’ll pay it myself.” She couldn’t give the girl more reasons to hate her. The last time was already traumatizing enough for both of them. “Really…” Jonas’ finger traced the band of her skirt, and she breathed sharply. “Cash or kind?” “I’ll work for you till I pay it off.” She replied that instant. Her words were as foul as venom, but better than what he had in mind. “There are better, simpler ways than that. And more profitable to you.” He rocked his hips to her, his hard on pressing to her butt, and she pressed her hand to her mouth. ‘Just a minute or two, and he would be done. Just like he always does.’ She squeezed her eyes, trying and failing to tune out his laboured groans as he humped like a dog in heat against her. It didn’t make her situation any more bearable. Her fingers dug into her skin, and she wished she could rip the flesh off her bones and wash it till it was rid of his touch and his feel. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn’t. And she hated it. She felt like dirt. The lowest of being on earth. “Mr. Richardson!” The door swung open, and a tiny voice squeaked. “Do you want to break the door, rat?! I thought I warned you never to interrupt me and Layla!” Jonas barked, stopping his humping. Teary silver eyes fluttered open to meet a young plump woman, trembling at the door and staring at the ground. Thank you, Layla wanted to say but her voice failed to form words. “I’m sorry, but a man and a woman are here to see you.” She replied, clutching her black skirt. “Are they business partners or such?” “No—” “Then tell them to get out. Who let them into my property?!” He let go of Layla, and her shoulders dropped. “They’re Supernaturals!” She cried, and Jonas’ and Layla’s breaths were stolen. ‘Supernaturals?! Here?! Why?’ Layla pressed her hand against her chest as her heart raced. “Where are they now?” Jonas cleared his throat. “The drawing room, sir. They’re asking for the girl with silver eyes. ‘Silver eyes? Me?’ Layla gasped, taking a step back and touching the corner of her eyes. “W-what do they want with me?” ~ “If you disgrace me, you know the consequences.” Jonas whispered as he and Layla stood in front of the door of the drawing room. “Yes, sir.” She nodded, aware of the consequences, but, surprisingly, she wasn’t afraid. An unfamiliar excitement rushed through her; her body tingled, and every bit of her was anticipating what was behind the door. She didn’t understand the bubbling of all sorts of wonderful emotions, and she wasn’t sure to embrace them or fear them. The door swung open, and Jonas stepped in, and she followed him in. It was like a force slammed into her chest, knocking the air out of her, and she gasped. The room spun, and she stumbled back, tripping on her feet. An arm wrapped around her, stopping her from falling to the ground and pressing her to a lean, muscular chest that had a seductive, icy, and coppery scent. The presence was nothing like she had ever felt. It was cold yet warm; it eluded power and dominion that could make men faint, yet it was safe for her. It was home. Heat flooded her body, and she let out a small, contented moan. Layla’s eyes fluttered open, and they stared into deep ruby-red ones that seemed to glow in the lights. They belonged to a strikingly handsome man with the palest of skins that contrasted with her brown one. His hair was the darkest shade of the night, and his face had the most perfect jaw lines and angles. A small smile was across his lips, adding to his charm. A fantasy prince, no, a dark fantasy king aura, was what he gave off. Noble yet dangerous. He wasn’t the type of man Layla was drawn to, but he pulled her in from her soul. “Alaric?” She whispered. It was his name, but she didn’t know how she knew it. She just did. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Dele.” He said, his rich baritone voice gentle and smooth like butter, and her eyes grew wide. “It’s you.” She breathed. She knew that voice; she heard it for two years, every night in her dreams. It was what she heard throughout the day. It was him. One of the men in her dreams.“I never thought you were such a prankster.” Zayne chuckled after a few silent seconds and pinched her nose. “You’re not mad?” Layla asked, turning her eyes back to him. “Why would I be mad? As long as I know you aren’t going to that damn place, I’m fine. And that was a really good one. You really got me.” He grinned, poking her cheek. “Whatever you do, make sure you don’t teach my sisters how to play pranks, or else you five will kill me.” “Really? Then I’m a certified prankster.” She giggled, pressing her hand to her lips. “It’s good to be back. I’ve missed you.” “Of course you did. I’m fun to be around, and I’m a very great company.” He boasted, puffing his chest. “Proud as always.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes and eyeing him from top to bottom. “You look good. I never thought I would see the day you would dress formal.” He was clad in a custom-made black suit that fitted his figure perfectly, and his hair was slicked back. It was like he walked out of the cover of a to
‘Maybe I shouldn’t have come here. What if someone recognises me?’ Layla worried as she walked into the beautiful ballroom, and her gaze flitted around, taking note of the guests. The place was littered with mostly werewolves and a good amount of phoenixes, vampires, and faes royals that had decided to grace the pre-coronation party. Some couples danced to the beautiful melodies of the instrumentals while others stood by the side, having light-hearted conversation. The air was light and merry, but it still couldn’t beat the uneasy wiggling in her stomach. ‘If someone recognises me, they would definitely make a scene. It’s not everyone that supports the overthrow of the former parliamentarians, and I’m sure some are here. Imagine the confusion it will cause if one of them decides to confront me. I want to see Zayne, but I don’t want to in that kind of dramatic way. It would be better if I just left now. I can see him—’ Two vampire gentlemen walked past her, and she stiffened. The
‘This is it. Alaric is right at the other side of that door.’ Layla thought, standing in front of the large door she had appeared before that led to Alaric’s officee. She reached out to the knob, but her hand trembled, refusing to touch it.‘Ugh, why am I so nervous? It’s Alaric I’m going to see, not a monster? How hard is it to tell him I love him?’ She bit her bottom lip, pushing the thin hand of her nightdress back on her shoulders. A picture of her confessing her love to Alaric flashed through her mind, sending blood to her cheeks. She pressed her hands to her face, squeezing her eyes shut.‘I can do this. I can do this. I love you is just three simple words. Three simple words that change everything,’ she prepped herself as she placed her hand on the knob and she opened the door. She poked her head into the room, and her lips curled into a soft smile as her gaze fell on the figure slouched in his chair.‘Aww, he’s sleeping. It seems like Pyro and Eleanor were just over worried,’
"Ahh, no wonder we went with the heater. I thought they underestimated how cold it was." Layla shivered, wrapping her arms around herself the moment she stepped out of the portal. The world was a barren iceland covered with thick layers of snow. Large mountains were scattered all over, so high that they seemed to reach the grey sky and trees that were covered in snow towered above her covered the entire landscape. Apart from those, there was nothing but eerie silence, shadows, and anguish. Anguish, fear, pain, and rage hung heavy in the air like mist, and her heart clenched. And it was cold. Very, very cold. When she had gone with the elite class, there was always a special heating device with them, stopping them from turning to popsicles. But she had no special device, and her bodysuit might have been good for battle, but it did nothing to warm her up. "Here," Selene pressed a finger against her forehead, and warmth flooded through her. "Thank you," she sighed, dropping her a
“What? You’re leaving?!” Zayne gasped, gaping at Layla like she was sprouting leaves on her head instead of hair. “Why are you leaving? Where are you going to? To the human world? You can’t be thinking of going there? What about the life you have here? Are you going to give up all that?” Alaric fired questions, furrowing his brows. “What?! No! Why will I go to the human world? I have nothing there,” Layla replied, crinkling her face. “Then where are you going? Like on a vacation on something?” Zayne asked. “Not that either. I… I need to finish my mission.” She turned around, nudging to Selene, and the goddess waved at them. “I need to go to Tophet. I need to save the creatures there.” “Are you crazy? You can’t go to Tophet alone! It’s too dangerous!” Zayne exclaimed, shaking his head. “It’s something I have to do. Those creatures have been in that state for too long. I can’t allow them to continue living in anguish when I can help them. And don’t worry about me. I can take
“Alaric! Zayne!” Layla yelled, running to them as they ran to her.She threw her arms across their shoulders and pulled them into a hug.“You’re alright! I’m glad you guys are alright. I was scared when Draven brought out the eye of chaos and everyone fainted. I was afraid you guys weren’t going to wake up. I could feel our bond, and it was so weak. I was terrified.” She sniffled, snuggling into them as they held her closer.“I don’t know about him, but something that weak isn’t enough to kill me.” Zayne grinned, patting her head as she let go of them.“Weren’t you the first one to hit the ground? You were out like a candle in the wind before the light actually hit your skin and you were the last to stand up when it was over.” Alaric scoffed and rolled his eyes.“W-what? That’s… that’s not completely true.” The werewolf stuttered, narrowing his eyes at him as his face turned pink. “I was the first and last between the two of us. Just the two of us. Everyone else is still unconscious o
“That doesn’t mean anything. Boris was always the weakest among us.” Blaze scoffed, and Demeter nodded her head more than she was supposed to.“Sure, whatever you say to keep your hope high.” Layla snorted, throwing the head over her shoulder. “Round two. Make sure you make it count. It will be a disgrace if you don’t land a single blow on me before you die.”Blaze fired multiple balls of fire at her while Demeter sent blades of sharp petals. Layla lifted her hand, creating a barrier, and all their attacks disappeared the moment they touched it.She lifted her hand, forging a large shard of ice and launching it at Blaze in the blink of an eye. He screamed as it pierced through his heart, coming out at the other side. She rushed at him before he could melt the ice, and she cut off his head.“Two down, one more to go. You’re the last man standing, Demeter.” Layla taunted as his body fell to the ground and turned to ashes.Demeter’s face was paler than snow as she gaped at Layla. Her ent
‘Did… did it work?’ Layla thought, wincing as she sat up. She opened her eyes, and her lips curled to a large smile.The red light was going dimmer and dimmer, and the red clouds began to dispense, making way for the evening sky. The dorm around the arena flickered off and on for a few seconds and faded away.“It worked! It actually worked!” She cheered as she stood up and Eleanor flew to her side. “Layla! Can you see that? We did it! We did it!” She squealed, throwing her arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug.“How is everyone? Are they— what’s that?” Layla scrunched her brows as small balls of white and yellow light flew from the sky to them.“What’s what?” Eleanor asked, letting go of her and turning around.The balls of light swirled and danced around, and Layla reached out her finger to touch one of them. A recognition burned in her soul, and she wore a gentle smile.“They’re our sisters. They’re finally free, and they’re thanking us,” she whispered.“You’re welcome.
“This isn’t the time for useless jokes or gatekeeping the ttruth, Demeter.” Layla scowled, narrowing her eyes at her as she tightened her grip on her shoulder. “If you don’t tell me how to stop it, everyone will die, including you, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want that.”“You can’t stop it. No matter what you do, you can’t stop it.” Demeter grinned, shaking her head. “The eye of chaos can only be deactivated by the one who activated it.”“What?!” Layla gasped as shivers ran through her spine. “No! It can’t be. You’re lying. There has to be another way.”‘She has to be lying. The eye of chaos has to have another way to be turned off without Draven.’“There’s no other way! Everyone here is going to die. Then it will keep spreading out, draining every supernatural in its way until it has taken every bit of power in the supernatural world. Everyone will die.” She cackled, throwing her head back, and her entire body shook. “Every single one of them will pay with their lives for turning the
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