All Chapters of Lycan School: The Hekate's Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Just a couple of bruises. She's already healing. It might take a while since she's a wolf but she should be fine by tomorrow," the nurse says to Darian.She's nice, which is plenty weird for her race. She shifts her glasses up on the bridge of her nose and squints down at the bruise on my neck. "Does this hurt?" She asks and I wince when she prods the column of my throat."Yeah," I whisper. My throat still feels sore. Her warm brown eyes flick swiftly over my form and she pulls a note out of her white coat, turning away from me as she scribbles something on it. Darian shoots me an apologetic look, and I avoid his gaze, looking out the window instead. He is leaning lazily against the wall, watching my every move. He has been doing that for the past hour, scanning me as the nurse treated me, offering me water and speaking softly like...like I'm something to him.I'm not sure how lycans woo their women, but that isn't how it is done in Wolvendom.Admittedly, Darian is the hottest guy

The meeting with both our parents ends up making me feel sick. The Hekate has found a way to get his men through the veil, and the rot has begun. Rather than attack the people first like we anticipated, he comes for the schools. He should not even know the school's exist. They are hidden deeply, and the only way to get into them is through the portals, two of which exists in my realm and the other in the realm of lycans. The gates that lead to these portals are heavily guarded, not even leaving out the fact that the portals can only be opened by the Grand Mistress. It's impossible for the dark army to have gotten past the gates and through the portal. And the most aggravating question of them all. Why the schools? I blow out a breath, threading my fingers in my hair as the harsh smell of bland shampoo fills my nostrils. I really miss home. I had spoken to my father and mother alone after the meeting and it had gone nowhere. I can st

There is something in my room.It reeks of rot and death. The usually clear air is thick and murky, like a swamp I’m trying to wade through. Its aura is pressing down on me from all sides and drawing in a single breath is a struggle.“Princess. . .” It drawls, and I am frozen in place, trapped in a nightmare that refuses to let me go. My heart sprints as a shadowy figure that is darkness incarnate draws closer to me, sucking in all light and life into its impenetrable void.Evil in its purest and realest form.I want to run, to flee from this creature that should not exist, but my limbs won’t obey me. I can’t shift.. My muscles are tense and rigid, as if they have been held captive by an invisible force.Fear has me captive in its cold grip, and it suffocates me.“You are a long way from home, Princess Astrid. . .” It says, and my blood curdles when I feel its cold breath on my neck. A whimper escaped me when sharp canines brush my neck and a tongue darts out to taste me. Cold sweat b

The Lycan King’s Hall is super packed today and it has me wondering if only half of the school’s population attended the first assembly. As I—we arrive, myself and Maya—yes, she won’t leave my side—there is little room to move about so we opt for remaining in the back of the hall, since our attempt to squeeze in closer to the front of the line has everyone shoving us and elbows jutting into our ribs.Everyone chats nervously and they all think the assembly is to address the matter of the deaths.I am itching to hear what will be said, especially since I got a visit from yours truly. Thinking about it causes goosebumps to raid my skin and I shudder, rubbing lightly on the wound.“Students.”A hush falls over the growing crowd and I stand on my toes to try get a view of the podium and the Chancellor. I catch a glimpse of him ascending the platform stairs with a couple of teacher, as well as regally dressed people I do not recognize.He takes the center of the stage and his voice carri

I take laps beside Darian, trying so hard not to look left. He is there. Ginevra is there. They sure are doing something because I can hear Ginevra moaning all the way over here. The sounds make the fine hair on my skin rise and it doesn't matter how nice and cool the water is. I keep feeling hot all over, also in places I cannot describe. "Would you like a drink?" Darian asks while I seat on the slated edge of the pool, kicking at the water that has taken on a beautiful blue hue. "Yeah," I say, suddenly feeling parched. Darian asks Maya as well but I can hardly hear anything past Ginevra's girly giggle and the sharp sigh that leaves her lips when Rune's fingers caress her inner thigh. A sharp sigh leaves my lips and I catch myself biting on my lower lip, nearly wishing I were in her place. What is wrong with me? I grip my fists hard enough to hurt, forcing my gaze elsewhere. "This is awkward," Maya whispers, sliding closer to