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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Hybrid alliances
Asher I never imagined that a day would come when I could feel this complete again. With Malia in my arms, her warmth grounding me, I felt like I had been living in a fog for too long—a fog that only lifted when she was near. The kiss I pressed to her lips was born from desperation, from relief, from the overwhelming need to make up for every second we’d lost. The world around us disappeared as I poured everything I felt for her into that moment. I broke the kiss, my forehead resting against hers as I whispered, “I swear to you, Malia, I will never leave your side again. No matter what happens, I won’t walk away.” She nodded, her fingers threading through my hair as she held me close. “I know, Asher. I know.” The sound of footsteps broke the stillness, and we both turned to see Jude and the others entering the room. Their presence reminded me of what we were about to do—what we had to do. “We’ve got work to do,” Jude said, his voice calm but serious. I gave a quick
Last Updated : 2024-12-05Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Magic
Malia The moment I woke, a sharp gasp escaped my lips, as though my lungs were desperate to remind me they still worked. My vision blurred momentarily, but the first thing I saw when it cleared was Asher’s face, his expression torn between relief and disbelief. His arms were around me before I could make sense of anything, holding me so tightly I could feel the tremor in his body. “You’re here,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re here, and that’s all that matters.” I blinked, dazed. My neck throbbed with a dull ache, and fragments of what had happened flashed in my mind—the pinch on my neck, the searing pain, the blood… the overwhelming feeling that I was slipping away. “I thought I—” I began, but Asher cut me off. “No,” he said firmly, pulling back just enough to look me in the eye. His gaze was intense, desperate, as though he needed to make me believe the truth. “You’re here, Malia. That’s all that matters now.” I nodded, though my mind still felt
Last Updated : 2024-12-07Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold What he is
Malia Sitting on the bed in Jude’s lair, I stared at the faint cracks in the wooden ceiling, my mind reeling from what Corey had just told me. I’d died. Not metaphorically or as a dramatic exaggeration—actually died. And Asher had brought me back with magic. The words were too surreal to grasp. Jamie cleared his throat, leaning back against the wall. “You’re probably wondering how Asher even managed to do it, right?” “Wondering?” I snapped my gaze to him. “That doesn’t even begin to cover it.” Jamie shrugged, his nonchalant demeanor contrasting the gravity of the conversation. “Look, I don’t know for sure, but if I had to guess, it’s because of his bloodline. Hybrids are a mix of werewolves and witches, right? That kind of power doesn’t just vanish into thin air, even if both of Asher’s parents were hybrids. He probably inherited some magical aptitude from a grandparent. Or maybe even further back in his lineage.” “That doesn’t explain why magic isn’t common among us,” I said,
Last Updated : 2024-12-08Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Ecstasy
MaliaThe door closed softly behind the others, leaving me alone with Asher. I could hear his footsteps before I saw him, the sound deliberate yet hesitant, like he was deciding how to approach. When he entered, his eyes scanned the room briefly before landing on me. He looked... different. Not just tired, though I could tell he hadn’t slept much, but weighed down by something far heavier than exhaustion. I smiled at him, trying to offer a piece of comfort, but his expression didn’t change. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer than usual. I nodded quickly, the corners of my lips curling up a little higher as I tried to reassure him. “I’m fine.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t entirely the truth either. Jamie’s words from earlier lingered in my mind like a stubborn echo: 'Asher used magic to bring you back.' I wasn’t sure what to believe, but one thing I knew for certain was this—I couldn’t hate Asher, no matter what. Magic or no magic, he’d saved my life. And I loved him
Last Updated : 2024-12-09Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The moon goddess decides
AsherThe morning air was crisp as I stepped outside, leading Malia and the others to where Jude’s men were waiting. The sun was barely above the horizon, casting long shadows over the camp, but the urgency in the air made it feel much later. Everyone was on edge, their movements rushed and jittery. I turned to Malia, who was already frowning at me. I knew what she would say before she opened her mouth. "You’re not coming with us, are you?" she asked, her voice trembling as she looked into my eyes. I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. “No, Malia. I have to stay. Jude and I…we need to make sure the others get out safely. I need you to go with them, though. Please.” Her eyes widened, and she grabbed my arm, her fingers digging into my skin. “Asher, no. You can’t stay here. Come with us. We can figure out another way—together.” The desperation in her voice cut through me like a blade. I cupped her face in my hands, pressing my forehead to hers. “I’ll come back to
Last Updated : 2024-12-10Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold My Verdict
AsherThe camp was quiet, almost unnaturally so, as the last rays of sunlight bled into the horizon. I stood at the edge of the clearing, staring out into the woods, where shadows seemed to twist and shift with each passing moment. The trial was coming. The intensity of it pressed down on my shoulders like chains, and no amount of deep breathing could shake the tension coiled in my chest. I clenched my fists, feeling the pull of the tattoos etched into my skin, a constant reminder of who I was—or, more accurately, who I wasn’t. A Lycan king? A hybrid? A mistake? The lines blurred too much, and my identity felt like sand slipping through my fingers. The faces of Malia, and the others flashed in my mind. Their trust, their belief in me—it should’ve felt empowering, but all it did was add to the pressure. What if I failed? What if the Moon Goddess herself decreed that I wasn’t worthy of this fight? I exhaled sharply and turned back toward the center of Lykon, where preparations fo
Last Updated : 2024-12-11Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Can't hide forever
Asher“You shall die for your actions Asher! There is no room for hybrids in my realm or yours!”But that was what I thought she said. Or what I expected her to say. How could I blame myself for thinking such. What she truly said was unbelievable to me. “Asher, you have shown strength by defeating the black wolf—the wild wolf variant that makes hybrids killing machines. You have shown loyalty by refusing to be deceived by the evil spirit that always seeks to distract great leaders from their path, and you have shown compassion by refusing to let your rage kill someone you love,” she said. “But your path is fraught with danger, Asher. Remember this: greatness is forged in fire, but it is destroyed by pride.”She turned to the crowd. “Asher is innocent. He is your Lycan king. Stand with him, or stand aside.”The hybrids erupted into cheers, while the Lycans remained silent, their gazes heavy with judgment.Malia ran to me the moment the crowd dispersed, her arms wrapping tightly around
Last Updated : 2024-12-12Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Threats
Asher My fingers brushed through my hair as I rounded a corner. There was silence, but the silence was broken by a faint rustling sound. I froze, my senses sharpening. “Malia?” I called, my voice low. No response. “No... don't tell me that Brooke has gotten to her already,” I thought to myself as I quickened my pace, following the sound until I reached a dimly lit hallway. A piece of paper lay on the floor, its edges curling slightly. My stomach churned as I picked it up. You can’t protect her forever. I’ll take her from you, Asher. Just like I’ve taken everything else.” This was the exact thing I heard in my head! How is this possible? Could it be that she's using magic again? I turned to the note. It was unsigned, but I didn’t need a signature to know who it was from. It was my mother, Brooke. I crushed the paper in my hand, my pulse pounding in my ears. I tried all ways possible to rest that night but I couldn't. something just kept telling me to be on hig
Last Updated : 2024-12-13
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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Stab
AsherThe lake was even more beautiful than I remembered, a still mirror reflecting the soft glow of the moon. It was almost full, casting a silver path across the water that felt otherworldly. Everything about this place felt calm, untouched by the chaos waiting for us tomorrow. But it wasn’t the lake that held my attention. It was Malia, standing at the water’s edge, her silhouette bathed in moonlight. Her hair shimmered as the breeze teased it, her dress clinging to her in all the right ways. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. She turned at the sound of my footsteps, her lips curving into a small smile that felt like a balm to every wound I’d ever carried. “You came,” she said softly, her voice almost swallowed by the night. “Of course,” I replied, walking closer. “You said you wanted to talk.” She nodded but didn’t say anything right away. Her gaze drifted back to the water, and I couldn’t help but follow it. The stillness of the lake matched the tension in the air
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The lake
AsherThe water in the bowl shimmered ominously, reflecting the crowd's expectant faces. I stared down at it, my resolve unshaken but my heart was pounding like a war drum. Wolfsbane water. Its potency alone could bring even the strongest wolf to their knees. Now, I was about to test not just my strength but the worthiness of my very existence as their king. I took a breath, steadying myself as Alpha Trent stood across from me, watching with a smug sense of satisfaction. “Are you ready, Asher?” Jude’s voice was low but steady at my side. “I’ve been ready my whole life,” I replied, keeping my gaze locked on the bowl. Without another word, I plunged my hand into the shimmering liquid. The pain hit instantly, like fire coursing through my veins, eating away at my skin and sinking into my bones. My breath caught, and for a moment, my vision blurred from the sheer intensity. But I gritted my teeth, locking my jaw as I focused on the faces in the crowd. Their judgment. Their doubt
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Good luck
AsherThe crowd buzzed with murmurs, their eyes locked on me as I stood in the center of their circle. Avan’s challenge had been thrown, and I had accepted. There wasn’t any hesitation in my mind—if they wanted proof, I’d give it to them. But just as I was about to speak, a voice cut through the tension like a blade. “No.”The crowd shifted, parting to reveal the source of the voice. My heart clenched when I saw him: Jude.“You won’t do it, Asher,” he said, his voice calm but unyielding as he stepped into the circle. “Jude,” I began, but he silenced me with a raised hand. “I’ll take your place,” he said, his gaze never wavering. The crowd murmured louder, confusion and skepticism rippling through them. “And who are you to make that decision?” Avan asked, his tone sharp and filled with suspicion. Jude’s expression didn’t falter. “I am Asher’s father,” he said simply, the words ringing out clearly. The crowd froze. A man scoffed loudly. “His father? You mean to say you’
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Blood in my ears
AsherLycone was burning with chaos. Not from fire or claws, but from people—my people—torn apart by something far more dangerous than battle: hatred.From the moment we crossed into the city, the noise was deafening. Shouts echoed through the streets, a mix of angry roars and impassioned pleas. I could smell the tension, thick and bitter like smoke. Lycans and wolves were fighting—not with fists or fangs just yet, but with words.“It’s worse than I thought,” I muttered under my breath as we paused at the city square.Nina and Amara stood beside me, their eyes sharp as they surveyed the streets.“What do you want us to do?” Nina asked, her voice low but steady.I turned to Jamie and Corey, who were both hovering protectively near Malia. I didn’t need to say it—Jamie was already rolling his eyes.“I know, I know,” he said, throwing up his hands. “Take Malia inside, watch over her like she’s the freaking crown jewels.”“Exactly,” I replied, my tone firm. “Don’t leave her alone for even
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Lycone
Asher“Are you okay?” I asked, gripping Malia's shoulders. She nodded, but her eyes were wide with fear. “Asher… this isn’t going to stop, is it?” I didn’t have an answer for her for her at first, but later I took a deep breath and said, “Malia…I need you to know something.”Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t speak, waiting for me to continue. “I will always protect you,” I said, my voice steady, a promise etched into every word. “No matter what happens, no matter what she tries, I won’t let any harm come to you.”Her eyes shimmered, but she blinked back the tears, nodding quickly. “I know,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “But what if—”I cut her off, pulling her into my arms. “There are no 'what ifs,' Malia. Not for us. Brooke won’t win. Not while I’m breathing.”She sank into my embrace, her arms wrapping tightly around my waist. For a moment, the world felt still, the chaos muted by the strength of the promise I’d made. Later, I sought out Jude. He was standing n
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold All I cared about
Asher Two days had passed since Brooke's first attempt at taking Malia's life. The camp was shrouded in an unsettling silence, the air heavy with foreboding, and even the wind seemed reluctant to stir. I stood before the growing crowd, my arms crossed as I scanned the faces before me—wolves, Lycans, and hybrids alike. Allies on paper, maybe, but united in spirit? Not even close. My voice cut through the low murmurs. “People of Lycone, Range pack, Sky Pack and Storm pack, I'm glad that you all are present at this meeting I'm making.” I started. ”You all hated me because you found out the kind of person I was—and my identity. I am grateful that the moon goddess, showed her kindness to me and showed you my innocence.” My statement was met with murmuring but I continued. “Even though Brooke is my mother, we are not the same people. I do not seek to make hybrids the rulers of all.” “But you are a hybrid and you rule us!” someone yelled from the crowd. “And you have set up a meetin
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold At her Mercy
AsherAfter the meeting, the man who attacked Malia was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, his head hanging low, a bruise blooming on his temple from where Amara had struck him. I stood before him, my arms crossed, every muscle in my body wound tight. Malia’s attack replayed in my mind, each frame filling me with a rage I could barely contain. He looked up slowly, his lips curling into a smirk. “Your mate’s alive, isn’t she? Then what are you so angry about, Lycan King?” “Start talking,” I growled, stepping closer. “Who sent you?” “You already know the answer,” he said, his voice low and mocking. I clenched my fists. “I want to hear you say it.” His smirk widened. “Your mother.” The words hit me like a blow. I’d known it, but hearing it confirmed sent a chill down my spine. Brooke wasn’t wasting time. “What does she want?” I demanded. He chuckled, a hollow, humorless sound. “You think she hasn’t planned for this? For you turning against her? She expected your b
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Never forgive me
MaliaI woke early, the first rays of dawn peeking through the curtains. The air was still, heavy with the remnants of last night's celebration. Asher’s steady breathing filled the room, grounding me for a moment before my restless thoughts took over. It was strange, I had never felt anything like this before, but I got a gut feeling that Brooke was up to something. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and dressed quietly. If she was going to come after me to hurt Asher, I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. I needed to be ready for whatever was coming. “Where are you going?” he asked, still sounding half asleep. “I want to join Nina and Amara for Training. It's okay. I'll be safe with them, just go back to bed,” I whispered and he closed his eyes. By the time I reached the training grounds, Nina and Amara were already there, sparring in the crisp morning air. Nina’s movements were sharp, calculated, while Amara’s were more fluid, almost like she was dancing. I wat
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Threats
Asher My fingers brushed through my hair as I rounded a corner. There was silence, but the silence was broken by a faint rustling sound. I froze, my senses sharpening. “Malia?” I called, my voice low. No response. “No... don't tell me that Brooke has gotten to her already,” I thought to myself as I quickened my pace, following the sound until I reached a dimly lit hallway. A piece of paper lay on the floor, its edges curling slightly. My stomach churned as I picked it up. You can’t protect her forever. I’ll take her from you, Asher. Just like I’ve taken everything else.” This was the exact thing I heard in my head! How is this possible? Could it be that she's using magic again? I turned to the note. It was unsigned, but I didn’t need a signature to know who it was from. It was my mother, Brooke. I crushed the paper in my hand, my pulse pounding in my ears. I tried all ways possible to rest that night but I couldn't. something just kept telling me to be on hig
