24/04/2026
🩸👑 BLOODY
PROPHECY 👑🩸
{...One Girl • Two Fates • One Sacrifice...}
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By: 💜Joicey✍️
Chapter 🩸 005
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005.
“Welcome to Royals Academy,” the new headmistress, Odette, smiled as her gaze swept over all the students gathered in the hall. “As you all know, there have been lots of changes since I stepped in. This year, we are open to receiving students from different realms. Faes, fairies, phoenixes, you name it...”
The students cheered.
Isadora stared at her, fascinated by the sheer presence of the woman she'd been dying to meet since she read about her three years ago.
Odette ranked second amongst the strongest magical beings in the Pack, the first in her bloodline to make such an achievement.
Isadora read that during the great war that claimed the lives of so many wolves, she singlehandedly fought hundreds of soldiers, killed them all and didn't even break a sweat.
And worse, no one knew her exact origin. Just that she came from a bloodline of powerful sorcerers and warriors.
It was amazing and Isadora wanted to be stronger than that.
“She is so pretty,” one of the girls standing beside them muttered, her eyes shining.
“She is, isn't she?” Isadora responded with a smile.
The girl smiled shyly before looking away.
Lyra held Isadora’s hand and whispered. “Listen, she is making an announcement.”
Isadora looked up and her eyes met those of Odette. Odette gave her a small smile and she blushed. She wasn't one to easily get flustered but she was beginning to get too flustered since coming here.
And it's only been two days.
“Before I make the big announcement, stretch forth your hand for the Academy’s handbook,” she said.
The students stretched their hands and a small book appeared in their hands. There were collective gasps and awes from the crowd.
“There, you will see a detailed explanation of what you're going to be doing and learning here. And I want you to know, we don't go soft on you here just because you're royalty. We don't care what kingdom, pack or faction you come from. We don't care who your mother or father is,” she cast a brief look at Isadora who raised a brow. “So do your best and try your best not to die before graduation.”
The students gasped.
Lyra’s grip on Isadora's arm tightened. “Is she really serious?” Lyra asked, nervous. “Death?”
Isadora patted her hand. “Maybe she's just trying to scare us,” she encouraged Lyra with a smile. “Besides, you're not dying on my watch.”
“But who is going to protect you?” Lyra asked.
Isadora smiled. “You underestimate me, best friend.”
Odette clapped her hands to draw the students’ attention. “Alright. For the big announcement,” she smiled and cleared her throat. “We have three students enrolled on recommendation into the school. You all should know what it means for people to be recommended, right?”
“Do you?” Lyra asked.
Isadora nodded. “It means they're very powerful and shouldn't be messed with. They may study like normal students and train with us, but we have no idea the measure of strength they have, or what they can do.” Isadora got chills as she explained.
Did she just get nervous?
She'd come to this school with the aim of being the best. She didn't know there were going to be recommendations.
Still, she sighed and shook her head. Who cares if they were powerful and shouldn't be messed with? She was the daughter of the moon goddess. No one was more powerful than her.
“The first student is Prince Dorian, son of Alpha Theron of Golden Glades Pack!” she called and he walked up the podium to stand facing everyone.
Isadora and Lyra gasped.
“It's him,” Lyra breathed. “The boy you met yesterday.”
Isadora’s heart skipped a beat. Son of Alpha Theron? Her father Dominic might be powerful but even he was careful around Alpha Theron. He was one of the most ruthless Alphas known to the werewolf kind.
And she'd met his son?
Could this day get any worse?
“Next student. Princess Emmaline. Daughter of Alpha Ravenstone and heiress of the Ravenstone Pack.”
The girl took a confident step forward. Isadora studied her. The lady was flawless, gorgeous with an intense aura coming from her. Indeed she was powerful. Isadora could feel it.
Her hair was platinum blonde, styled to perfection. She was tall and lean with a body that could make a model drool. She had an oval-shaped face with a pointed chin, and had pale blue eyes that met Isadora’s violet ones instantly.
The girl looked away like she was disgusted and Isadora couldn't help scoffing.
She didn't like the girl.
The students cheered and clapped as Emmaline stepped back.
“Now for the final student, his identity hasn't been known yet, but from what we gathered, he is from the bloodline of dark magic wielders--”
“You mean demons?!” one of the students shouted.
Odette threw the student a glare. “Like I said, his origin hasn't been discussed yet. But trust me, he isn't someone you should mess with,” she smirked. “Welcome Kian Fang.”
The female students fawned over him like he was the most delicious thing they'd ever seen.
“I don't care if he's a dark magic wielder or demon. I want him.” one of the students purred.
Isadora's eyes widened further when the bad boy who'd spoken to her walked up the podium, his expression bored and relaxed.
Now that he stood there, she couldn't help the goosebumps that rose on her skin. She didn't know if she should be terrified or challenged.
She'd met two boys in the space of two days. One was Prince charming, the other looked like trouble—which she made a mental note to stay away from—and carried an air of mystery now that she looked closely.
And they were powerful.
She facepalmed.
“Girl, is this some kind of movie? Two of them?” Lyra was equally shocked.
Isadora took a deep breath. “Oh well, like you said, it's about to become interesting.”
“That's all for now. You'll be assigned to classes tonight. Classes will commence next week, so rest well, train and don't get yourself beaten. Go look around. Bye for now.”
Orientation ended afterwards and Isadora stood there, watching as the three people she needed to stay away from spoke with Odette.
Kian looked up and their eyes met. She bit down on her lower lip and turned to Lyra. “Why don't you go check the library you were raving about yesterday while I check out the martial arts studio? We'll meet here in two hours. How's that?”
Lyra beamed. “Sure! Don't leave without me, okay?”
Isadora nodded with a smile. “Of course not. Don't forget to use the map at the back of the handbook.”
Lyra gave her a thumbs up and ran off with a giggle.
Isadora sighed and adjusted the strap of her bag properly. “Okay… martial arts studio,” she muttered to herself.
She opened the Academy handbook and flipped to the back. There was a small map printed there. Her eyes traced the paths slowly, memorizing it.
“East wing… training hall… then weapons section…” she whispered.
She nodded once and started walking.
As she moved through the Academy, she passed groups of students talking and laughing. Some were already sparring outside in open fields. Others were just arriving with their bags.
Everywhere felt alive, powerful and intense.
She walked past a group of older students who stopped talking the moment she passed. Their eyes lingered on her like they were trying to figure her out.
She knew they would look. Her red hair which had silver streaks at the bottom was already something that threw attention.
Isadora ignored them.
But then her mind drifted.
Prince Dorian.
Kian.
Emmaline.
Three names already causing chaos in just one morning.
She sighed and shook her head lightly. “Too early for this,” she whispered.
But somehow… she couldn’t stop remembering their faces. Her steps slowed for a second when she thought of Kian.
That bored expression. That dangerous calm.
She frowned and shook her head harder. “No. Focus.”
She turned a corner and finally saw it.
The martial arts studio.
Her eyes lit up instantly.
“Yes,” she breathed softly and picked up her pace.
The doors were wide open, and the moment she stepped inside, her breath caught.
Weapons.
Everywhere.
Swords lined neatly on the walls. Daggers placed carefully in glass stands. Staffs, spears, even strange blades she had never seen before.
It was like stepping into a dream.
Isadora walked slowly, her fingers lightly tracing over the handles of the weapons.
“So beautiful…” she whispered under her breath.
She picked up a sword first, holding it carefully. It was light but strong. She tested its weight, then placed it back.
Her eyes kept moving, searching for the best weapon she could train with.
Then she saw it.
A jade-colored dagger.
It was different from the others. It was not loud or shiny, but it looked pretty.
She stepped closer and picked it up.
The moment her fingers touched it, she felt something strange settle in her chest. It was a sensation she hadn't felt before.
She studied it closely, turning it slightly under the light. “Why do I like this one so much?” she whispered.
It felt like it belonged in her hand.
She was so focused she didn’t hear the footsteps behind her.
Then a voice came, low and calm.
“Nice choice of weapon. It really suits you.”
Isadora froze. She knew that voice.
Slowly, she turned and her eyes widened.
Kian.
TBC
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