Xavier.‘Don’t do it.’ My inner voice warned. I watched as the boy led Natasha out of the class. She didn't look good, with bruises covered over her body. I didn't care. She'd learn how to fight as time went by. But for now, even with all the strength she boasted, she was still weak compared to an average student of the Academy. I claimed that I didn't care, yet my tie seemed tighter than usual. And I wasn't even putting on a tie. They walked past me, and the boy dipped his head differentially, but Natasha walked past. A new rage brimmed within me, more at the fact that Natasha hadn't noticed me, than at the fact that the boy had saved her.I should've been the one to. Wait-I shook my head, and donned on my non passive look before walking into the class. The girl was still giggling over her triumph. Her back was turned towards the entrance of the class so she didn't notice my entrance until one of her cohorts gestured towards my direction.Her
KaiShe hadn't seen me. I stood behind a tree far away from the garden, and watched as an unfamiliar guy tended to her. She was obviously in pain, but that wasn't the reason for my sudden anger. But what business of mine was it if my enemy was in pain? I didn't know how long I stood there for, but my chest twisted as she laughed at something the guy said. Before I could stop myself, I beelined towards them with a determined expression. “Should you be out here?” I deadpanned. Startled, the guy scrambled to his feet and bowed hurriedly. Natasha remained sitting like she hadn't seen me. “Sir Kai,” the guy said.“Do I have to repeat my question?” I asked, with a glint in my eyes. “Um, Lady Natasha had-”“The lady can speak for herself, or is our new student deaf and dumb?” I asked, still staring hard at her.No response.“How would you like your punishment, Sir-?” I cocked my head.“Aaron.” He replied weakly.“Aaron,” I repeated, stroking the rim of my
Kaleb The hall was eerily dark, with soft cold air flowing in through the opened shutters. Different masked men trooped into the meeting room. We were all dressed in the normal black midnight cloaks and a black ski masks to hide our individual identities. No one knew each other in the Sacred Order, even if you might be best friends outside. Inside here, no one was your friend. We were asked to keep the secret of the society from everyone including our spouses and close friends. No one here knew me. Or maybe they did… But it didn't matter. We were strangers to each other. Strangers who wouldn’t hesitate to kill each other. People who wouldn't hesitate to drive a sword into another's back without hesitation, all for a higher rank. I sat on my chair, my leg bouncing beneath my cloak. I was extremely hot inside, and goddess knew how I hated wearing this damned costume to this fucked up meeting. The head of the society was nowhere near the arena and we were already full and waiti
Natasha A week passed by in a hurry. I entered my room one night, hoping to get some rest before the dinner party which was scheduled to start in a few hours’ time. It was dark outside and dusk had settled, ushering the cold wind flowing from the southern coast. The moonlight was as bright as day and the crickets and otherworldly animals made different sounds, harmoniously playing nature’s music. I heard the sounds of laughter, prompting me to look out the window of my room. I saw a few guys laughing downstairs as they arranged some stuff that we’d be using for the party. The school was going to be having a dinner party with our rival school, Dam Academy. And like Sir Aaron had told me, it was an annual tradition. I sighed and quickly went into the bathroom to freshen up, which made me relax a little. Nothing felt better than warm water splashing on your skin in the slightly cold weather. Once I finished, I donned my pajamas and was about to take my sleeping draught out of hab
Natasha The ballroom was like yin and yang, but with a color theme of black and beige. I walked in nervous, unsure of what to expect, as the warning from my principal lingered in my head. Students of the Dark Realm Royal Academy were dressed in black, while our rivals wore beige, giving the hall a striking aesthetic. I settled into a quiet spot, looking around, aware that this spot was part of the party ground but not where everyone wanted to be. Barely anybody could see me, but I could see everyone. Nobody really wanted to see me anyways, as the party was more like a crowd of strangers waiting for the arrival of their bus at the bus stop. They barely smiled at each other, and when they passed by each other, it was either a sudden COVID-safe distance practice or a shove by the shoulder to start trouble. It started to seem like there was unity when the principal of the rival academy walked in. All heads started to turn towards the same direction. Barely interested in the speech, I s
Kai Fury burned in my eyes as I glared at Tristan, my fist clenched and ready to strike. But just as I was about to pounce, Natasha stepped in between us, her emerald eyes blazing with a fire I hadn't seen before. “Don’t even think about it,” she said. “Or you'll have me to contend with.” My anger faltered, my mind racing with the complexities of our rivalry. How could she not see? Tristan was playing her, weaving a web of charm to mask his true intentions. But explaining the history between us, the depth of our rivalry, felt impossible in this charged moment. My brother, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the tension. Natasha's words stung. How could the princess of a kingdom be so naive? Was she so easily swayed by a stranger's charm that she dismissed my actions out of hand? “It is my duty to take care of new students. Don't think much into this.”I countered, frustration edging into my voice. “You have no idea who this guy is, Natasha.” “Then tell me who the fuck he i
Thirty minutes ago. Natasha My feet pounded against the polished floor, the thud echoing in the empty hallway. Every muscle in my body tensed with the memory of Kai's unnecessarily angry face and his infuriating secrecy. The way he'd tried to control me, just like back then… Worse still, I hadn't even forgiven him for the underground room’s incident. The measly fire he'd conjured. It was a fear tied to the darkness of the past, the memory of a thousand tiny tortures that still made my blood run hot. I couldn't believe I had ever trusted him. The fear I felt during the punishment wasn't just because of the flames. It was more complicated than that. Lost in my rage, I didn't see the hulking figure stagger out from the shadows until it was almost too late. It towered over me, its eyes burning with a malevolent fire. My breath caught in my throat. Consumed by anger, I was ready to take on anyone or anything. I posed for a fight, my fists clenched and my heart
Kai Anger coursed through my blood. I felt all my muscles tense up while observing Natasha angrily leave the room, her rebellion feeling like a direct insult. My eyes quickly shifted to Xavier then back to her. I felt frustrated as I trailed behind her along the hallway. Every bend and curve she navigated ignited the flame in my belly. What was preventing her from simply hearing? Watching her forcefully close the dormitory door caused a new surge of annoyance to wash over me. Without hesitation, I stormed in, causing the doorknob to rattle in protest. She stood in the middle of the room, showing defiance and anger. Her eyes reflected my rage, although for completely different purposes. “What do you believe you are doing?” She hissed, her voice dripping with spite. I didn't answer her question, walking confidently towards her until we were just a few inches away. For a brief moment, her act of resistance weakened, as a hint of fear appeared in her eyes, leaving me unable to inte