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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold I'm a Monster
AsherThe air outside Miss Banks’ house smelled damp, with a faint trace of decay as if the rot of secrets lingered in every corner. Her porch light flickered weakly, casting long shadows across the warped wood steps. My stomach churned, not just from the memories clawing their way to the surface, but from the thought of what I might learn inside.I knocked twice, my knuckles grazing the peeling paint of the door. For a moment, there was no sound, and then I heard the shuffle of feet. The door cracked open, and Miss Banks’ face appeared, pale and gaunt, her eyes bloodshot. Her hair hung in limp, disheveled strands, and the scent of alcohol wafted through the gap.When she saw me, her eyes widened in panic. “I didn’t tell anyone!” she blurted out, her words tumbling over each other in desperation. She clutched the edge of the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping her upright. “I swear, I didn’t say anything. Please, I—”“Relax,” I said, raising my hands to show I wasn’t a threat
Last Updated : 2024-11-26Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Monstrous Hybrid
MaliaA week after I woke up at the school hospital, I was discharged but I had one last appointment with the doctor, Dr. Lukeman. The stark white walls of his office felt suffocating, sterile. I sat stiffly on the exam table, my neck brace chafing slightly against my skin and the bandages around my head itching like hell. I hated every second of this. Not just the discomfort, but the silence hanging between us. He was methodical, too slow, as he moved his scanner over my head one final time, humming to himself like he didn’t have anything better to do. Finally, he turned to face me, his expression unreadable. “You’ll heal fully,” he said, setting the scanner down. “You haven't lost any memory because your head injury isn’t as severe as it looked, and the brace is just a precaution. You’ll be fine soon.” I nodded, waiting for him to finish so I could leave. But then he stepped closer, his voice dropping into something colder. “But, Malia,” he said, fixing me with a sharp gaze, “
Last Updated : 2024-11-27Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Mystery Stranger
MaliaI stood frozen, my heart pounding as Asher’s monstrous form stalked toward us. His golden eyes burned with an unfocused, animalistic rage, their intensity making my throat tighten. His body was hunched, muscles taut, claws digging into the dirt like he was ready to pounce. The sound of his growl rumbled through the clearing, low and dangerous, raising the hair on the back of my neck.Corey and Jamie immediately moved to shield me, their bodies braced in a futile attempt to protect me from something far beyond their power. Jamie’s hand flexed at his side, his jaw tight, while Corey clenched his fists so hard I could hear his knuckles crack.“Get back, Malia,” Jamie warned, his voice low but trembling. But I couldn’t move. My legs felt like lead, my mind screaming at me to run even as my heart refused to obey. This wasn’t just some wild beast—it was Asher.The guttural snarl that escaped his throat reverberated through the air like a storm. Then, with a terrifying burst of speed
Last Updated : 2024-11-28Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Alive
MaliaThe clearing went dead silent again after what Jude just revealed.Asher... his son... How? I mean, he did have the same dark hair and hazel eyes as Asher, but that was it; they didn't exactly look alike. If anything, Asher looked oddly very similar to both his mother and Alpha Ian. There was no way this man was his father. “You’re lying,” Corey said, his voice sharp and accusatory. “I wish I were,” Jude said, his tone grim as he sank to the floor and remained there. “But it’s the truth. Brooke took me as her lover after Ian threatened to replace her with a new mate because she couldn't give him a child. When she became pregnant, we did all we could to keep Asher’s hybrid traits hidden so that Ian would not suspect a thing.”“You're being serious right now?” Nina asked in disbelief while Jude nodded.“Still, why has there been no trace of you EVER?” Corey asked this time, facing Jude.Jude’s hazel eyes darkened as he took a steadying breath, the weight of his next words hang
Last Updated : 2024-11-29Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Take us there
Malia“What?” Jamie’s voice cracked as he stared at Jude like he’d lost his mind. Jude held his hands up, his expression steady but serious. “She’s alive. Brooke’s holding her somewhere, locked up because she discovered something Brooke didn’t want getting out.” “That’s impossible,” Corey said, though his voice lacked its usual edge. “We saw her body. We—” “You saw what Brooke wanted you to see,” Jude interrupted. “Amara escaped being bitten by Aaliyah, but she saw Aaliyah's hybrid fangs. Aaliyah couldn't allow that to happen, so she brutally wounded Amara so she'd be treated and held hostage from there.” Corey still wasn’t convinced. He crossed his arms, his suspicious nature coming out in full force. “How do you know all of this? You seem to have answers for everything. Doesn’t that strike anyone else as... convenient?” Jude sighed. “Even now, you still don't believe me? All I've said makes perfect sense. Besides, when you've learned how to hide your hybrid side, you also
Last Updated : 2024-11-29Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Happy together
MaliaThe path to Jude’s lair wound deep through the woods, the air growing cooler and stiller with every step. It wasn’t the suffocating kind of silence, though—it was peaceful, the kind of quiet that felt deliberate, as though this place had been carefully hidden from the chaos of the world. When we finally arrived, I was struck by how different it was from what I expected. The lair wasn’t some foreboding underground fortress or a sinister, shadowy encampment. Instead, it was a small, makeshift village tucked into a sun-dappled clearing. The houses were simple, crafted from salvaged wood and stone, with patches of moss creeping up their sides. The men and women moved about, some working on repairing a roof, others tending to small, scraggly vegetable patches. Children ran barefoot across the clearing, their laughter ringing out like bells as they played tag and tumbled in the grass. No one had that cold, calculating look I’d always associated with hybrids. There were no malici
Last Updated : 2024-11-29Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Ready?
MaliaThat night, the four of us sat around the fire, its warm glow illuminating our faces against the darkened backdrop of Jude’s village. The soft hum of activity from the hybrids winding down their day surrounded us, blending seamlessly with the crackle of flames. Jamie broke the silence first, his voice laced with something like admiration. “You’ve got to admit,” he said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, “Jude pulled off something incredible here. I mean, look at this place. It’s hidden so well, and the people… they seem happy, safe.” He paused, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I don’t think anyone could harm them here, even if they tried.” Corey, who had been the most vocal in his doubts about Jude, was seated across from Jamie, and he was unusually quiet. He stared into the fire, the flames reflecting in his glasses, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. When he finally spoke, his tone was softer than I’d ever heard it. “I never thought…” He hesi
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Stay with me.
Asher The wind tore past me as I ran, each stride fueled by the chaos clawing at my mind. Branches snapped underfoot, and the forest blurred into streaks of green and gray. I didn’t have a destination—just an overwhelming need to escape. My body ached from the transformation, my muscles still trembling with leftover energy, but the pain was nothing compared to the disgust curdling in my stomach. When I finally stumbled to a halt, the world seemed to tilt around me. My lungs burned, and the bitter taste of bile rose in my throat. I was at the edge of a stream, its waters shimmering faintly under the moonlight. Kneeling, I cupped the icy water in my hands and splashed it onto my face, hoping to wash away the memories of what I’d almost done. The water was calm, the surface reflecting a version of me I hardly recognized. My jaw was sharper, my cheekbones more pronounced. But it wasn’t just the physical changes that bothered me—it was my eyes. They glowed faintly, an eerie gold that
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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Irresistible
MaliaHis kiss was fierce, desperate, and overwhelming, his hands gripping my waist as though he couldn’t bear to let go. For a moment, I froze, stunned by the sudden intensity, but then my body betrayed me, and I kissed him back just as passionately.My hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my fingers. Every ounce of pain and longing I’d carried for the past week seemed to melt away, replaced by a warmth I couldn’t deny.When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathless. He rested his forehead against mine, his voice low and raw. “I couldn’t stay away any longer.”I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve told him how hurt I’d been by his coldness, but instead, I melted into him. His hands gripped my waist as he pressed me against the wall, his heat overwhelming my senses. Every pent-up emotion—his guilt, my anger, our mutual longing—poured into that kiss. Before I knew it, he was lifting me onto his desk, his mouth never leaving mine.
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Cold gaze
Malia The days following Brooke's death had been a blur. It had been a week since Asher tore out her heart, ending her reign of terror, and yet the aftermath was far from settled. Her hybrids were gone, their numbers obliterated in the fight, but her influence still lingered like a shadow. News of her death spread quickly, and with it came the fallout. Avan and Savannah, along with the others who had betrayed Asher, were finally captured. They had been dragged back to the manor, their heads low with shame, awaiting whatever judgment Asher deemed fit. But Asher himself was a ghost of the man I had known. He had disappeared into himself, avoiding everyone, especially me. I hadn’t seen or spoken to him since that day on the battlefield. I understood why—killing Brooke, his mother, no matter how twisted she had been, must have left a wound far deeper than any physical scar. Still, the silence weighed on me. Every day that passed without hearing his voice felt like another crack in
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold In The Wind
Asher The battlefield was chaos incarnate. The snarls of wolves clashing with hybrids, the metallic clang of weapons, and the agonizing cries of the injured filled the air. Blood soaked the ground beneath our feet, mixing with the dirt to form a dark, viscous muck. Brooke’s hybrids came at us like a wave, relentless and deadly, their monstrous forms twisting in the dim light. My men had shifted into their wolf forms, tearing through the enemies with raw ferocity. Beside them, Jude’s hybrids moved with precision, their weapons cutting down foes in efficient, almost clinical strikes. They didn’t shift—not because they couldn’t, but because they refused. They had sworn an oath to never let their wolf forms take over, to never let the monster within consume them again. “Jude!” I roared above the fray, my voice cutting through the chaos. “Take the front line. Protect the wolves—they can’t withstand hybrid bites!” Jude didn’t hesitate. He motioned to his men, who quickly donned t
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Flashbacks
Asher My heart felt heavy, as though it carried the weight of all the pain and betrayal that had brought us to this moment. Brooke knelt before me, her face defiant yet tinged with something akin to acceptance—or was it manipulation? I couldn't tell anymore. My claws gleamed in the faint light, my hand poised to strike the final blow. Her death would end this nightmare, this endless cycle of suffering she had unleashed. But just as I prepared to swing, a flash of something deep within me held me back. She wasn’t just Brooke, the villain who had tormented my life. She was Brooke, the woman I had once called "Mother." This memory came unbidden, sharp and vivid. I was no older than six, hiding in the corner of my room, trembling after Alpha Ian's voice had thundered through the pack house. “Asher, get out here now!” my father roared, his heavy footsteps echoing closer. I had accidentally spilled ink on one of his precious ledgers, and he was furious. I cowered, tears streakin
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Father, son, and mother
AsherThe battlefield was eerily silent now, the only sounds the occasional rustle of the wind and the faint groans of the dying. Brooke stood at the center of it all, the weight of defeat etched across her face.I moved toward her slowly, my boots crunching against the blood-soaked ground. Her eyes darted to the bodies of her fallen hybrids, then back to me. There was a crack in her usual mask of arrogance, a flicker of realization that she was alone. Vulnerable. I circled her like a predator, my steps deliberate, each one bringing me closer. Her breathing quickened, her composure fraying. For a moment, she looked almost human. Almost weak. “You’re starting to understand, aren’t you?” I said, my voice low and cold. “The inevitability of this. The end of everything you’ve built.” Brooke’s jaw tightened, but she said nothing. Her silence spoke volumes. “Jamie, Corey,” I called over my shoulder, my tone sharp. “Chain her up. Lock her in the cage.” Her head snapped toward me, i
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Checkmate
Asher Brooke’s laughter faded into an eerie silence. She stood before us, her lips curled into a mocking smile, her presence as menacing as the blood on Malia’s hands. “Well, isn’t this a touching reunion?” Brooke drawled, her gaze flitting between me and Malia. “The prodigal son and his… freak.” Malia stiffened beside me, but I placed a steadying hand on her arm. This was Brooke’s game—rattle us, bait us into making a mistake. “Say what you want, Brooke,” I said coldly. “You’re only wasting your breath.” Her eyes sparkled with malice. “Wasting my breath? Oh, darling boy, I’m just getting started.” She took a step closer, her tone dropping to something almost intimate. “Do you know how much I sacrificed for you, Asher? How much blood I spilled, how many lives I destroyed, just to make you the strongest of us all?” I said nothing, my silence seeming to unnerve her more than any retort. “I gave you everything!” she hissed, her voice rising. “And what did you do? You turned
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Did I do this?
Malia***Right after she's attacked by the seven people Brooke sent***Everything came back to me in fragments—blurry, disjointed pieces that didn’t make sense. My body ached, and the coppery tang of blood filled the air. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, the sunlight piercing and harsh against my vision. I was lying on the ground in front of Asher’s house, the stone pathway rough against my skin. My breath hitched as I pushed myself up, my hands trembling beneath me. The first thing I noticed was the blood—thick, crimson streaks covering my arms, my clothes, my skin. Then I saw them. Seven bodies lay scattered around me, their lifeless forms contorted in unnatural ways. Their black clothing, the ones I remembered them wearing as they advanced on me, was soaked in blood. My heart pounded as I staggered to my feet, my legs weak beneath me. “What... what happened?” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. I tried to piece it together, to remember how I got here. The last th
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold It's happened
Asher The battlefield was cloaked in an unnatural stillness as the fog thinned, revealing the grim aftermath of the fight. The bodies of Brooke’s fallen hybrids littered the ground, but she and the remnants of her forces were nowhere to be seen. I scanned the area, my pulse pounding in my ears. No Brooke. No sorcerer. No explanation. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the empty space where she had stood mere moments ago. Then the realization hit me like a punch to the gut. “She’s gone,” I muttered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own racing heartbeat. “She escaped,” Corey confirmed grimly, his tone as heavy as the weight settling in my chest. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. My vision blurred with rage, and my body trembled as I fought the urge to lash out. This wasn’t just another failure—this was THE failure, the one thing I had sworn wouldn’t happen again. “She escapes,” I said through gritted teeth.
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Escape
AsherI locked the door to Malia’s cell, my chest heaving with every breath I took. The sound of the key turning in the lock felt like a nail being hammered into my soul. She would hate me for this. I knew it. I could almost hear her voice, sharp and cutting, accusing me of betrayal. But Jude’s words had rooted themselves in my mind. *What if she’s the one they use? What if she betrays you, Asher?* I couldn’t shake the image of her eyes clouded, under someone else’s control, feeding my mother everything she needed to destroy me. The thought made my stomach churn. Malia would never willingly betray me—of that, I was certain—but unwilling betrayal was just as dangerous. And then there was the dream. That damned dream. The one where Malia stood over me, a knife in her hand, her face a mask of cold indifference as she drove the blade into my chest. I had woken up gasping, drenched in sweat, her name on my lips. I couldn’t let that dream become a reality. I leaned against the door,
