Whispers of the fated

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Summary

Whispers of the Fated Four souls. One destiny. A power the world was never meant to see. Eighteen-year-old Myrixa Vale has never belonged anywhere. Orphaned as a child with no memory of her past, she’s spent her life drifting through foster homes and strange dreams—dreams of fire, blood, and wings that stretch across a burning sky. When an invitation arrives from Umbra Academy, a hidden school for the supernatural, Myrixa discovers the dreams were never just dreams… they were warnings. At the Academy, every student has a gift. Myrixa has none—or so she thinks. Until a surge of uncontrollable power erupts from her, drawing the attention of four impossibly alluring men whose fates seem entwined with hers: 🩸 Kaine — the vampire prince with eyes like the night sky and secrets older than the Academy itself. 🌕 Ronan — the werewolf with a wild heart, torn between loyalty and desire. 🔥 Draven — the dragon shifter whose rage could burn the world, yet whose touch ignites only her. 🌑 Lyric — the lone Lycan warrior, bound by an ancient curse and drawn to her light. As Myrixa’s powers awaken, so does something dark—

Genre
Erotica
Author
Regan
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
5
Rating
5.0 1 review
Age Rating
18+

Chapter 1

Hey guys just a heads up this is my first story, all of what i am writing is made up and is just what i wanted. The suspence, the drama, the erotica everything all of the above! I am new to this but i am also dyslexic so please excuse me if anything is wrong! My passion has always been stories and reading and ive always wanted to do a story of my own. So please be fair and kind i hope you enjoy!





the rain fell in silver sheets, halos of the street lights blurred my vision. Taking a final look at the orphanage i had grown in feelings of happiness and sadness swept over my body. This was my home for 18 years, this was where all my memories were burried.

The wind licked at my skin, looking ahead at the brewing storm, I didnt fear it. The chaos and beauty it holds gives me a rather settled feeling. A saticfied smile tugged at my lips, im free but to where would life drift me.

Just as my thoughts began a flicker of an iridescent envelope englufed my line of sight. A black wax cresent gracefully sealed the envelope it was a cresent moon engulfing a burning sun. My fingers trembled picking the envelope from my feet, i carefully opened it to reveal blinding light with a voice echoing out of thin air.





Dearest Myrixa vale

It is to our pleasure to formally invite you to umbra Academy for the supernatural and gifted, you are expected to arrive before the first blood moon.

Do not ignore this summoning. Your power is awakening—the world is watching.





The letter trembled in my hands, as words burned bright into the bottom of the letter.





Fate is calling Myrixa vale





My heart felt heavy, i understood i was different. Outcasted from humans. Our world was divided into 2 humans lived in harmony with the supernatural. However humans and supernatural could never interact otherwise another war would spiral.

The ink began pulsing rapidly before the whole letter deceased before my eyes, the ashes scattering around the cold air. The scent of ash and iron hit me like a brick causing my heart to thump in my chest.

Somewhere in the midst of confusion the wind whispered to me and i could have sworn it whispered back this time.

The morning sun had risen, shining its halo glow on my skin. I had slept in a park underneath a childs slide. I made my way to the train station, taking my phone out i peeked at the calendar and indeed tonight was a blood moon. They rarely come out but when they do the sky is beautiful.

It settles into a red hue with the stars being the only sorce of brightness in the sky. Humans dont typically see the beauty of it the way supernaturals do, they more so see a sunset however we see it much more than that. This was how i knew i was different.

The train stopped at a halt. I stood looking up at the iron gates, gargoyles carved around the metal bars. The bruised sky glowed above me, both eerie yet comforting. -Umbra Academy- the name of the school wore black lettering with red outlining. Something out of a horror movie if you ask me.

Cold air rolled off the mountains, sharp and alive. It carried whispers—low voices, laughter, and the faint crackle of energy that raised the hairs along my arms.

Everything in me screamed that this wasnt normal, yet a faint whisper told me to go in. And somehow i belonged here, it felt more like home than anything ever had.