Ashwyck Academy for the Damned
READING AGE 18+
Isadora didn’t want to come to Ashwyck Academy.
It wasn’t the haunting towers or the iron gates that unnerved her. It wasn’t the students—dark, beautiful, terrifying things cloaked in magic and menace. It was what it meant.
Coming here was a last resort. A whispered admission from her parents that something was wrong with her. That despite being born of a temptress and a mind-bending killer, despite all the bloodlines and rituals and whispered prophecies—Isadora was still painfully, tragically human.
She was quiet, clever, and careful. Not powerful. Not wicked. Not like the others.
Her parents called it “late blooming.” The High Table called it “defective.” But no one said it out loud. Instead, they tucked her into Ashwyck like a final gamble and hoped the academy could awaken whatever dark inheritance slumbered beneath her skin.
She hadn’t wanted to come. She still doesn’t belong.
But Ashwyck has its own secrets.
And Isadora is about to discover that the parts of her she’s most afraid of are the ones they’ve been waiting for.
Unfold
Isadora:
Saturday arrives like a half forgotten promise, soft at the edges, silvered in the pale chill that seeps through my windowpanes. For the first time all week I wake without a bell or a summons, only the low hum of the Academy breathing around me. The sky beyond the glass is the color of wet ash. I lie there for a moment, willing……
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