I lowered my eyes to the letter, watching as the cursive purple ink bled onto the page and revealed the hidden message.
"Dear Candidate. We would formally like to invite you to attend Witchling Academy Elite. The prestigious demigod...academy invites the worthy, powerful, and blessed beings of the universal realms that carry the gem and blessings of a god. If one accepts this invitation, they will be privileged to begin their transfer to their Elite headquarters. The next four years will unlock many doors, opportunities, and avenues, and any current commitments will be respected and can be worked around with your new school schedule. Do you accept?"
I read it word for word, before lifting my head to look at my men and then Sebastian.
"This is your opportunity to discover the true potential you carry within yourselves and unlock the world that's hidden in the shadows that makes you five so valuable to the Shadow Kingdom."
"If we don't accept?" I inquired.
"I'll snap my fingers and you'll return to the lives you were enjoying. No strings attached."
As tempting as our lives were, the fact I'd forgotten about my friends and even Elsa bothered me more. There was more to this world than just magic within our bodies. I wanted to discover my gifts and the god's power within me.
I want to meet the universal friends I'd forgotten all about. To see the end to this prophecy and the Shadow Kingdom that has tried to ruin our lives again and again.
I looked at my men. They all had the same expression on their faces as I did - the expression of determination.
With a deep breath, I stood taller with my men at my sides as I decided to answer for us.
"Then, we formally accept the invitation," I stated with pride.
"Excellent," he said with a grin. "This is your mentor who will aid you in the transition into Witchling Elite: The Academy of Demigods."
The individual switched places with Sebastian as he moved to stand further to the side, so this person had the sole spotlight. They lowered their hood, which made me gasp at the smiling sight before I smiled from ear to ear.
"It's a pleasure to see the five of you again. At least, all together in one piece."
The mesmerizing turquoise eyes bored into mine as their red lips curled upward and they crossed their arms over their chest. With a fix of their black-rimmed glasses, they took in each of us and nodded their head.
"My name is Silver Spell Solange. I'll be your guide and future universal professor at Witchling Elite. I'm sure you have plenty of questions, but let's fill out the paperwork first. It's an honor and privilege to be one of the many individuals who will mold you into some of the strongest demigods this universe will have to offer. Please sign on the dotted line, and let's get down to business."
This may have been the true end of my young adult life at Witchling Academy, but before me was a new opportunity on the horizon with the next four years of discovering the hidden secret that was under our noses this entire time.
With a swirl of my signature on the dotted line, the Notorious Five were ready to start their new adventure.
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Where All Demigods Discover Their Call Of Destiny.
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How do you thrive when you're an unwanted, invaluable, human female?
Simple: alter your reality by switching teams.
During the day, I'm William De Luca, the only 'son' of Roberto De Luca, the king of the NYC mafia and Alpha of the deadliest wolf pack — one this city doesn't mess with. At night, I'm Willow De Luca, cage fighter champion with a temper problem.
Regardless of which role I’m playing, I’m plagued by the inability to shift, a condition that has Papa Dearest deeming me a ‘fucking mistake.’ All the same, it’s worth enduring my double life if it means staying out of my father's business and ignoring the growing legacy that's waiting for me to claim.
Unfortunately, no matter how rich and powerful you are, the universe isn't going to grant you everything you want. In Father's case, it was having a son. In mine? Finding a mate. Without an inner wolf of my own, meeting a wolf shifter who’s connected to me is essentially impossible.
It’s a forbidden dream I'd all but given up on. Then my carefully balanced life is disrupted by the arrival of a new pack that intends to make me the target of a power play to take the De Luca territory. However, one glimpse of Dimitris, Neo, Saint, and Jayce is all it takes — I want to make them mine.
I’m willing to bet everything on a dangerous gamble, because maybe being a wealthy boy by day and lethal girl at night is the double-play I need to earn the grand prize.
Them.
Prologue: Forbidden Fruit
The strike of a blade left me gasping for breath. Rushing pain flooded through me and spread, like a prick of a thorn that carried thick poison and aimed to leave its mark throughout my entire body.
My eyes were wide with shock, while I slowly took in the realization that I'd been struck with a weapon that was invisible to my sight until now.
As I took in the black hilt of the weapon, I absorbed the details of the hand gripping it for dear life - the thick lines of tatted marks that gave away one clue of who this perpetrator was. My lingering gaze was followed with my eyes shutting close as the blade exited my body and ignited the outward flow of the dark red liquid that kept me alive.
I should have submitted, but that was a quality I'd never been one to give in to. Yet again, my body revolted at the idea that this was the end for me as my fist moved swiftly until it punched my opponent in the nose. The crack gave me a sense of satisfaction as I lifted my leg to deliver another blow to his stomach.
The man went flying, a grunt escaping him as he crashed into the ground and skidded further back. As I lowered my leg and widened my stance, I was left a flinching mess as I immediately clenched the wound in my stomach, fighting for breath. It was as though my lungs were suddenly filling with liquid.
My body shook with adrenaline and the response of approaching death, but I ignored it as my fixed gaze settled on the man who fought to rise to his feet.
He looked at me in shock, as if he never expected that a woman as frail-looking as I could survive this long against him. He was a mass of muscle, and he reached a height of 6’0”. He was much larger than me, with my height of 5’5” and my slim frame. But that was always the first mistake of every opponent I’d faced.