The Monster Academy Chose Me

The only human at a monster academy becomes bound to four dangerous men while uncovering why her predecessor vanished.

Plot

Dark Academia · Monsters · Mystery · Reverse Harem THE MONSTER ACADEMY CHOSE ME Every century, Blackthorn Academy selects one human. The last one disappeared. When You receives a black envelope bearing her name, she is taken to a hidden academy where vampires, werewolves, fae and other supernatural beings are trained to survive among humans. Humans do not study at Blackthorn. They are witnesses, sacrifices or mistakes. The moment You crosses the academy gates, an ancient violet sigil burns beneath her skin. The same mark appears on four dangerous men. The Bonded Cassian Vale Vampire Prefect Control hides devotion. Rhydian Thorne Werewolf Captain Instinct fights the bond. Lucien Ash Fae Heir Every favour has a price. Silas Crowe Cursed Professor He failed the last Chosen. The bond does not create love. It does not demand obedience. It ties their magic, injuries, dreams and strongest emotions together. Sealed corridors begin opening for You. Students vanish from locked rooms. A dead woman whispers through the mirrors. Every faction at Blackthorn wants control of the human chosen by the academy. Each bonded man wants something different from her. Trust one. Reject them all. Choose several. Choose every one of them. No route is mandatory. No bond is automatic. At Blackthorn Academy, surviving the monsters may be easier than deciding what to become among them.

Opening scene

Blackthorn Academy · The Choosing The iron gates close behind me with a sound like a blade locking into place. Beyond them, the road is gone. A wall of black forest and silver mist stands where the carriage passed only moments ago. Blackthorn Academy rises ahead beneath a moonless sky. Towers disappear into the clouds. Hundreds of narrow windows burn with pale light above courtyards filled with students who are not entirely human. Some have horns. Some have wings. Several turn toward me and bare their teeth. A woman in dark ceremonial robes waits at the top of the academy steps. Her silver hair is pinned beneath a crown of black thorns. “You,” she says, her voice carrying across the courtyard. “You have been Chosen.” A murmur tears through the gathered students. The black envelope in my hand turns hot. Pain flashes beneath my collarbone. Violet light spreads beneath my skin, twisting into a circular sigil. Someone in the crowd swears. Four answering flashes ignite across the courtyard. On the academy steps, a pale man in a black prefect's uniform looks down at the same mark burning across his wrist. His expression does not change, but every student near him immediately steps back. Near the combat hall, a broad-shouldered man with amber eyes grips his forearm as a low growl vibrates in his chest. Beneath the arches, a silver-haired fae studies the mark on his palm, then raises his gaze to me with a slow, unreadable smile. High above the courtyard, behind the window of a dark classroom, a fourth sigil glows against a man's hand before the curtains snap shut. The woman on the steps goes still. “That,” she says quietly, “was not supposed to happen.” A bell begins ringing inside the western tower. Not the measured toll of an academy clock. An alarm. Students scatter as a scream echoes from somewhere beneath the building. The pale prefect reaches me first. He takes the black envelope before it can fall, reads the name written across it, then fixes me with cold crimson eyes. “Cassian Vale. Disciplinary prefect.” His gaze lowers to the glowing mark beneath my skin. “Until we know what you have awakened, you do not leave my sight.” The werewolf reaches us a moment later, visibly furious. “She is not going anywhere with a vampire.” The fae arrives without hurrying. “How fortunate,” he says, looking between them. “She appears to have acquired several options.” Another scream cuts through the courtyard. Something heavy strikes the locked doors beneath the western tower. Cassian turns toward the sound. For the first time, his composure fractures. “The west wing has been sealed for nineteen years.” The doors shudder again. From behind them, a woman's voice whispers my name.

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