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Shadows twist around the ancient walls of Shadowcarve Academy—part fortress, part labyrinth of secrets. Last year, I barely survived its brutal trials, but I left with more than scars: three men, bound to me in a once-in-a-lifetime connection that feels ripped from a fairy tale. And then there's the legendary red egg—coveted by countless students for centuries—and somehow it chose me. But survival here always comes at a price.

One moment, I'm fighting alongside my best friend to avenge the slaughter of his progeny—the next, I'm entombed within an eternal prison. Years dissolve like sand through my claws, punctuated only by fleeting moments of consciousness. But fate is a cruel mistress. I don't know how many centuries passed before I heard her again—that haunting melody that is both salvation and torment. This time, she doesn't abandon me. This time, she takes me with her into the unknown. Now, trapped within this cursed shell, I can only pray that her touch will be enough to shatter these ancient bonds.

Dragonis Academy makes rulers or weapons, and I don't need a crown to prove myself. My plan is to enter the academy, march into Shadowcarve, and sharpen the blade my father always wanted. I'm a Shadowblade, the hidden knife in the night—unseen by you, unexpected by them, honed for a marriage I never wanted. Dad took the girl I was, but the woman I am is untouchable. A fated mate will break my chains, and Dragonis Academy? They're about to learn what real terror is. I'm not bending the knee unless I'm kicking the old ways in the teeth.

Year three at Dragonis Academy was supposed to be manageable. I'd survived two years of brutal competition, backstabbing classmates, and professors who'd rather see me dead than graduate. I have Klauth by my side now, who just happens to be an ancient dragon king. The universe has a sick sense of humor when it comes to my life. The cursed egg I've been carrying since last semester pulses with dark energy. Thauglor teaches me everything he can while he's imprisoned. Meanwhile, my father's agents lurk in every shadow, and now the headmaster appears to be playing a deadlier game than I realized.

Days bleed together, and time loses all meaning. A thousand years of imprisonment vanish in the blink of an eye, and voices flicker in and out of the egg chamber in Malivore—until hers captures my attention. The ethereal song she sings awakens something deep within me, stirring a long-forgotten spark of life. Who is this enigmatic woman, and could she be the one destined to set me free?

Blasphemy...abomination...disgrace...I've heard these words my entire life, and never believed I would ever be allowed to find my other half. The Trials are your one shot every 25 years to find your forever. Here's the kicker: A female Nephilim isn't allowed to revel her wings till the trials. Do you know what it's like to have wings and not be allowed to fly or expose them? It absolutely sucks. When the moment finally arrives and I get my card, guess who ends up in my life? An Archangel, and Angel, a Nephilim that can't talk and the son of Death himself.

When they said only the strong would survive, they weren't joking. Between deadly gauntlets, cutthroat classmates, and my father's relentless attempts to transform me into a dracolich, death has become my closest companion. As the sole surviving fourth year at Shadowcarve Academy, I've evolved from student to reluctant mentor for my younger mates. The school has little left to teach me that my father didn't already beat into my bones. Did I mention that Thauglor has hatched, and Abraxis is slowly becoming his terrifying mini-me?

My parents' marriage united the five elements by bringing a death walker to the throne. No wolf was able to contest their power with my mother at his side—especially after she gave birth to twins.