Nyx’s POV
I stepped into class right in time for the first class of the day as the shrill sound of the bell chimed in my ears. I hurried to my seat, knowing that the teacher would be stepping into class soon.
Pulling out my tablet from my bag, I went on to preview my schedule for the day and my eyes lit up.
History and Ethics.
History was my first love, fueled by my curiosity to learn about other supers other than myself. My…condition was another reason I immersed myself in history books and as I swiped through the lesson for the day, I realized they were all familiar to me.
I could proudly say that I had already studied the entire lesson for the day.
“This is going to be interesting…” I smiled to myself as I reviewed the notes on my tablet. The academy tablet is a customized tablet given to every student, which usually consists of their unique class schedule, daily lessons, study guides, and a review at the end of each lesson.
I received mine earlier in the week and was pretty thrilled about exploring its amazing features. Unfortunately, it is controlled from the school’s mainframe, which meant we couldn’t do anything outside academic work with it, although I heard some geeks are working on ways to hack into it.
Good luck to them.
I was still buried in my tab when the class suddenly grew silent, indicating the presence of our history professor, Mrs. McMilan. Her clicking heels echoed in the classroom and her aura reeked of unrivaled authority. She slammed her books and wand on her desk and I jumped...
She hadn’t said a word but she already seemed so terrifying, glaring at us with her hawkish eyes hidden behind round spectacles.
“Good morning students, and welcome to today’s class on History and Ethics for Supernatural beings.” She began, her shrill voice permeating the gravely silent room. I looked around, taking in the horror-stricken faces of the other students, and I held back a snicker.
Who knew they could be scared of anybody? Even the big bad bullies seemed shaken up, and trust me they had a good reason to be. Mrs. McMilan looked like she could turn any troublesome student into a rat with one swing of her wand without batting an eyelid.
Or maybe it was just the general reverence for witches, who knows?
I had no idea I was so lost in my thoughts until I heard my name.
“Nyx Uren!”
I froze, slowly turning my head in the direction of the voice. I swallowed as Mrs. McMilan’s eyes zeroed in on me.
“What is lycanthropy?” She asked, a smirk growing on her lips.
My brain went blank for a split second because that question clearly wasn’t in today’s lesson and I knew that because I went through the notes for the day.
I could feel several eyes boring into my skin and I knew that whatever I said could give them another reason to humiliate me or…accept me.
Tension hung in the air as I dragged in a deep breath, slowly rising to my feet. I could feel their eyes follow my every move, but I kept mine on the ticking clock hanging above Mrs. McMilan’s head.
“Lycanthropy simply means the ability for a human to transform into a wolf after being bitten by a werewolf.”
I am amazed at how fluently I was able to answer the question. I’d imagined I’d be a stuttering mess, and I was glad I didn’t make a fool of myself. It was almost impossible to read Mrs. McMilan’s expression, but the little nod of affirmation was all it took for a smile to creep on my lips.
“Well, you are correct…” She began, staring at me with her ghostly gray eyes, with no trace of amusement on her wrinkled face.
“…however, that doesn’t afford you the luxury of daydreaming in my class. Bring your attention back to the class, do you understand?”
“Yes, Professor,” I replied before taking my seat. I was glad when the Professor's attention was turned away from me towards another unsuspecting victim, and the rest of the class went on smoothly with me answering a few more questions. I didn’t care if no one clapped when I got them correctly. I made up my mind to enjoy the class and ignore the snarky comments from a few of my classmates.
“What a showoff.” A bratty female voice sneered as I took my seat after answering the third question correctly when no one else knew the answer.
“She thinks she’s so perfect…no wonder she has no friends.”
“Pft, who wants to be friends with such a ‘pick me’ girl?”
A low voice chipped in and I could tell that was a boy. Chuckles rose into the air until Professor McMilan’s voice cut through the brewing noise.
“One more word from you and you’ll end up in my cauldron!” She bellows and the entire class was plunged into silence.
With my head lowered, I bit down on my quivering lips, swallowing the sobs that tried to force their way out of my mouth. I couldn’t let them see my tears and I struggled to mute their hurtful words.
Soon, the first class was over and we had barely five minutes to prepare for the next class. I went on to distract myself by preparing my review on the class, also highlighting some important points on my note for future reference.
The next class was Mystic Morphology, which had to do with paranormal physiology and other esoteric life sciences.
“Hell, the only reason I registered for this course is that I heard the teacher is hot as f*ck!” I overheard a girl chattering in excitement and her bimbo friends screamed in excitement.
I couldn’t withhold my scoff. Even if he was hot, he’d probably be ten to fifteen years older, and those airheads wouldn’t even appeal to him.
A loud gasp made me snap my head upwards from my tablet, just in time to watch the teacher walk into the class.
“Holy mother of the moon…” A girl cried out and if I wasn’t tongue-tied, I would have screamed too.
He was tall, with a lean but somewhat muscular frame. His slightly tanned face was a sight to behold, with full plum lips wearing a small smile, and a strong jawline that spoke of masculinity and confidence.
His blond hair glowed under the morning sun, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to sparkle with intelligence and wit. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew my gaze and held it there, captivated.
I felt my breath catch in my throat as our gazes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
There was something about him that tugged at me, pulling me in. Something mysterious and alluring. I couldn't explain it, but I felt something, like a buzzing under my skin as his eyes held mine for a brief moment before turning his attention to other students in the class.
“Narek Carne” I muttered as I read his name tag. So he was going to be our Mystic Morphology teacher? He looked so…young. How in the world are we supposed to focus on his lessons when we’d rather want to be taught another kind of lesson?
Shit, I can’t believe that came from me.
“Hello, Students.” His voice is smooth and velvety, sending a wave of calmness into the air.
“I’d appreciate it if we pipe down so we can get down to the business of the day.”
“Definitely ready to get down…with you!” One of the airheads from earlier replied rather loudly, and I grimaced.
“Thank you, Korine but I’ll have to pass.” Came Narek’s reply. “And can we kindly keep it professional? Except you’d like to have a special meeting with the Counselor.” Narek added, and the look of horror on Korine’s face was enough to keep her and her fellow swoon-ers silent for the rest of the class.
No one wants to be summoned to the counselor’s office. It’s like a one-way ticket to hell, or so I heard. I hope I never end up there.
The noise soon died down, and all eyes were fixed on him.
“I’m Narek Carne, and I’ll be your Mystic Morphology professor in level 101.”
He turned around to write on the Electric board with his pen and my eyes rested on his arm muscle as they flexed with every stroke of his pen. After scribbling some points, he turns around and our eyes locked again.
The jolt of electricity that surges through me snuffed air out of my nostrils. Who was this man and why did he have such an effect on me?
“Mystic Morphology is a fascinating subject that combines linguistics, magic, and spirituality.” Narek began to teach. “You’ll be learning about the various forms of mystical language, including incantations, spells, and charms, while also delving into paranormal psychology and whatnot. So let’s get down to business.”
I paid close attention as he taught, and he made the class so exciting and engaging. By the end of the class, we had all learned an ancient protection spell.
“While the general public believes that only witches can perform spells and magic, we have a rather large group of species that sure do withhold several magical abilities. As for spells, we can all harness the powers around to create some basic spells.”
What he was saying wasn’t new as mother had taught me that several times, in fact, mother had made me practice spells to a frightening level of efficiency.
“Are you ready?” He asked us and the entire class chorused.
“Yes!”
“Then let’s go on 3, 2…1!”
“Met de kracht van het goddelijke,
Roep ik bescherming op die van mij is!”
“Great job!” Narek said, and the class erupted with excitement as white beams of light enveloped the room.
“Sir only the witches were able to cast the spell!” someone pointed out and I looked around, checking the people that had been able to cast the spells and realizing that the person was right.
“I’ll like to believe that Miss Nyx is a shifter right?” Narek said as his gaze settled on me. I nodded. Despite the fact that his gaze had my stomach coiled with heat.
“Yes, I am’” I replied and stretched out my hand to touch the swirling lights in front of me. It felt so warm and delicate, and I couldn’t help but break into a smile.
Maybe Salvador Academy wasn’t so bad after all.
Nyx’s POVI was wrong.I guess I had concluded too quickly, too hasty about declaring that day to be smooth and drama free. I really should learn to shut up sometimes.There I sat at the end of Elemental class, scribbling some notes with my touch pen on my tablet. I hummed to the random tune playing in my head, happy and content even though I had no friends. Maybe Aunt Gacia was right after all. No friends, no excess attention, and no drama.Unfortunately, my seemingly perfect day was ruined by the sound of the bell for recess.Yes. The fricking bell. The clanging noise produced as metal clashed against each other made me want to scream and run into the unknown just to escape the fate that awaited me outside the four walls of my classroom. This was my safe haven, bearable to say the least.Outside there were ravenous wolves ready to tear me apart.I watched as other students trickled out of the class excitedly, and I nibbled on my lower lip. It couldn't be so bad, could it?Sucking
Nyx's POVI had no idea when I slept off, but by the time I open my eyes, the golden rays of dusk seeped through the window panes, illuminating the room with a warm yellow glow.How did I sleep all afternoon? Did Narin put something in the food she got for me? I thought to rest for some time before going back to class. Where did the time go?Rubbing my groggy eyes, I tried to get rid of the remaining traces of sleep from me. I had to admit, that was one good nap, but I couldn't help but shake off the feeling that I was missing something. Like there was somewhere I needed to be.I stretched my stiff limbs, sitting up on my bed afterwards while inhaling deeply. My eyes suddenly flung open at the foreign smell that hit my nose. What was that smell?I lifted my nose in the air again, sniffing in the weird fragrance that filled the room. As I inhaled the sweet yet pungent smoke, I felt like my senses were slowly being transported to a serene and mystical realm and my eyes slowly began to
Nyx’s POVMy entire body still quaked, even though I was long gone from Otis and his demented pack. I felt a mixture of thrill and fear because I was sure they weren't about to get off my back so easily. What have I done?Otis was the reason I was called clown princess in the first place, and I did was exist in Salvador academy. Now that I've pissed him off, I could only wonder what he would do to me. He was going to make my life a living hell!On second thought, I was already a social recluse so it would not make so much of a difference… It couldn’t get worse than this, can it?My mind was troubled, but not enough to not notice that I was straying further and farther away from school. I peered into the little map again to be sure I was on the right path and I was. However, darkness was creeping in and it was only a matter of time before I would be engulfed in darkness.I hastened my footsteps, plunging deeper into the deserted part of the school. The wind howled as I went, leaving
Nyx’s POV “Excuse me.“ I muttered, shrugging past the throng of students who were chattering with their friends in the hallway. Everyone in Salvador academy seemed to be in some group or pack, while I was just…existing alone. To be honest, I really didn’t mind though, as long as no one bothered me I was okay. The past week was pretty bearable, and as I walked to class that morning I hoped for the best. The thing with Salvador academy is that you never know what to expect, so you have to keep your fingers crossed most of the time. I got into class, making myself comfortable in my seat. Only a handful of students had arrived, and a few of them spared me smiles and little waves which I returned. That was the highest form of interaction I’ve had with other students. A little smile here, a small wave here. No real conversations, but it felt hella good to know that a few people acknowledged my existence. Frankly, I didn’t care about being popular at Salvador Academy. My plate was full
Nyx’s POV I located the venue for the class at it was at the west wing overlooking the western forest. I sucked in a deep breath, wrapping my hands over the cold handle before cracking the door open. Students stood in small groups and clusters and suddenly it began to make sense to me why students were eager to belong to groups. Before I could take another step, three bodies materialized in front of me. How they appeared in front of me, I had no idea but I knew it had something to do with their blasted wolf speed. I suddenly found myself face to face with these boys who clearly spelled trouble and I knew I was in for something. I looked up at the familiar faces of the boys who confronted me on my way to my private class, and the realization made my stomach twist even tighter. “What are you doing here, runt? Do you have a pack?” One of the blokes asked me, with an arrogant sneer masking his face. Their postures were aggressive, and their faces twisted with malice. My heart
Nyx’s POV“Are you good?”It took me more than a moment to realize that this demi-god was talking to me. There I stood, still trembling with fear long after Otis and his cronies had disappeared from my sight when I heard his voice.My eyes were still fixed in the direction they had gone like they were paralyzed or frozen in time.What would have happened to me if Mr. Incredible here didn’t step in to save my sorry ass? I had no game plan. I just hoped that somehow someone somewhere would come to my rescue and…he came.A soft snicker cut through my reverie and I raised my head to meet the eyes of my knight in shiny armor.Corny, I know but I had to shamelessly admit that at this moment, I had been a damsel in distress, and he literally swung in and saved the day.My eyes locked on his warm yet mischievous pair, and I caught myself staring longer than was considered appropriate. “Clyde.” He stretched his hands towards me, his eyes crinkling slightly as his lips sprouted a gentle smile
Nyx’s POVThe sky was a pastel of dark hues as I trudged home, thinking about what Clyde said about Narin. I still found it weird that she couldn’t confront me about the rumours but easily just ignored the hell out of my existence. It made me feel really bad and somewhat puzzled. Why can’t she just ask me if any of those rumours were true? As I walked back to the dorm that evening, I made up my mind to talk to her about it. Was I terrified? Yes. Would I go ahead and do it anyway? Yes. I was sick of being uncomfortable in my own room. It’s supposed to be my comfort zone, my safe haven but there was always that constricting feeling lingering in the air and it made me want to scream and pull out my hair sometimes.My confidence started to wane as I drew closer to my dorm room. I pictured Narin’s stoic face and a slight shudder ran through me. What if I end up making a fool of myself?I shook off the thought, bracing myself for what was ahead of me. I had kept these emotions pent up ins
Nyx’s POV “What did you say?” Narin asked, turning her ears toward me like she did not hear me the first time.I knew she heard me crystal clear, and she was probably asking me to repeat myself in case I wanted to change my mind but I was resolved, standing firmly on my words.“I said I am ready to bully the bully…I am ready to get back at Otis.” My voice was firm, courageous, and full of vigor, just like the way I felt inside of me. Yes, I couldn’t shift. But that didn’t mean I had to allow them to walk all over me just because of that. My wolf was coming, and I was more than ready for it. In the meantime, these scumbags were going to have their turn. “That is more like it.” She replied, putting down her book to give me her full attention. “So…any ideas on how to pull this off in a grand style?” Narin asked me and I suddenly went blank. I tried to wrack my brain for a brilliant way to exert my revenge but there seemed to be a mental blockade restricting me.“Um…” I muttered, sti