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The moment I shut the door behind me, her scent hit me like a punch to the gut—vanilla and lily of the valley, lingering on my skin, taunting me, clinging to me like a brand I didn’t want to shake. It was maddening. That scent wasn’t supposed to get under my skin, but it was there, woven into every inhale, igniting something primal, something dark. The memory of her body pressed against mine burned behind my eyes, the shock in her face when I’d leaned in, the heat sparking between us like a live…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The hallway outside the Headmaster’s office was silent, save for the echo of my footsteps. My pulse still drummed with the remnants of tension from that meeting. Every word from Headmaster Brightwen had felt like a calculated trap, each offer of “support” baited with underlying intentions. The air felt thick, as though the shadows themselves carried a warning to stay on guard. But I barely took three steps before I felt another presence blocking my path. Xavier. His figure loomed in…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The email notification flashed on my screen, simple yet unsettling. From: Headmaster Oswald Brightwen Subject: Request for a Meeting I took a steadying breath before making my way to the Headmaster’s office. Brightwen wasn’t someone I was eager to see—not after that final divination exam where he’d bought every word of the reading I’d bullshitted. He’d hidden his reaction, but I hadn’t missed the flicker of something in his eyes—shock, fear, or maybe anger. Whatever it was,…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The Pyrope Garnet felt heavier every day. Its pulse beneath my collarbone was a constant reminder of the power simmering inside me, a force I hadn’t yet fully grasped. But the cost was becoming clearer with each passing class. I sat at the back of the classroom, pretending to take notes, but the strain of trying to contain my powers had me distracted. My fingers itched against the fingerless gloves, which I’d started wearing to hide the ever-darkening mark. The urge to pull the gloves off and…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The moment I stepped into my nest, a sense of quiet washed over me, like sinking into still water after a storm. The noise of the hallways, the stares, and whispered words faded to nothing, leaving only the soft glow of string lights and the familiar comfort of my carefully constructed space. I let out a long breath, dropping my bag and sinking onto the plush mattress. The Garnet rested against my collarbone, warm, steady—a quiet pulse of power grounding me, connecting me to the magic that was now mine.…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The first day of Sex Magic 101 wasn’t even halfway through, and I was already on edge. The class was mandatory for Dark Cores, making it impossible for me to skip. But it was also an elective, meaning only the truly interested—or the curious—would choose to be here. And apparently, that list included a certain Light Core. Silas slipped into the seat beside me just as the instructor began speaking, ignoring the glances that immediately flickered his way. He didn’t have to be here. No one had forced…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The knock was measured, intentional. I knew who it was before I even opened the door. Word traveled fast around here, and it was only a matter of time before Gideon and Xavier came knocking, likely looking for answers. Or at least for me to confirm what they’d already heard. I swung open the door, and there they were, standing side by side like some odd pair of investigators—Gideon looking tense, almost hurt, and Xavier guarded, his usual easygoing demeanor subdued. “So, it’s true then,”…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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My dorm felt oddly empty as I reached the familiar door, my hand pausing on the doorknob. Everything looked the same—the worn edges of the door, the slightly faded plaque listing the names of the residents. I squinted, feeling a sense of unease settle in my stomach. There was only one name on it. My heart skipped a beat as I took a closer look. My name was there, “Gideon Carter,” etched in the same blocky typeface I’d seen for the last four years. But underneath it, where “Silas Graves”…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The bread was still in my hand when I woke, cold and stale, its edges rough against my palm. It was real. Solid. A stark reminder of something I hadn't considered in what felt like an eternity: survival. I stared at the meager offering, its weight echoing the stranger's words in my mind. "There will be a time when you'll have to make a choice—live or die." The choice should have been obvious. Most people fought to live, clinging desperately to the thread of life. But me? I didn't know if I wanted to…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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The shadows welcomed me as always, bending to my will as I slipped through the veil between our worlds. I was becoming too familiar with this place—her place. There was something about Daphne that drew me in, an oddity I couldn’t ignore. Humans were predictable creatures, driven by fear, desires, or sheer stupidity. But she was... different. I had to know why. I slipped into her room, the dim glow of moonlight illuminating her grey-blonde hair splayed across her pillow. She was still, her breathing…
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9.0 K • Ongoing
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