Dragonis Academy

Our traditions are old, but my wrath is fresh. 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.

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. Now, every step I take is under scrutiny, with a so-called "fan club" just waiting to watch me fail. This year's trials promise even darker gauntlets and deadlier challenges, and the training has a reputation for breaking bones-and minds. My mates warn me that many will fall… and fall hard. Sometimes, I wonder if the cutthroat world of politics would've been safer than this savage art of war.

The History of the Red Cursed Egg. 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?

Survival isn't a subject you can study-it's one you have to live. 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 even 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 black 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 himself appears to be playing a deadlier game than I realized. Two gauntlets stand between me and survival this year. The tri-yearly purge is approaching-a sanctioned bloodbath where the student body "weeds out the weak." Then there are the war games, where failure means more than just academic probation. Oh, and did I mention I'm apparently supposed to become Klauth's queen now? For my "protection," of course. Because nothing says safe like painting an even bigger target on my back. Between uncovering a conspiracy that reaches the highest levels of the academy, protecting a cursed egg, and trying not to die on a daily basis. This year is going to be my breaking point... or my crowning moment. "They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. At Dragonis Academy, what doesn't kill you just tries harder tomorrow."