All Chapters of Eclipse Academy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Angela’s POV I stepped out of the shuttle and smoothed the wrinkles from my uniform skirt before lifting my eyes to the enormous building towering over me. Massive didn’t even begin to describe it. The academy looked like someone had taken an ancient castle, polished away centuries of dust, filled it with glass and steel, then handed it unlimited funding. Elegant stone towers reached toward the sky while huge arched windows reflected the afternoon sun. Ivy climbed sections of the walls without making the place look old. Instead, it somehow made it feel alive. Wide marble staircases led to oversized oak doors carved with symbols that shimmered whenever the sunlight caught them. It was beautiful. It was intimidating. And I absolutely did not want to be here. The orphanage had made the decision for me. Either accept the scholarship to Eclipse Academy or pack my bags the day I turned eighteen. Three months. That was all I had left before I aged out of the system and was completely on

Angela’s POV I rushed into the hallway with my hand clamped tightly around the back of my neck. I didn’t know what the hell was happening to me, but the pain was unbearable. It wasn’t like a headache or a pulled muscle. It felt deeper than that, almost as if something beneath my skin had suddenly come alive. Every pulse sent another sharp wave shooting through my neck, making it impossible to think. “What is wrong with me?” I whispered through gritted teeth. I lifted my head and frantically searched the hallway. Students walked in every direction, laughing and talking as though nothing had happened. No one seemed to notice the girl trying not to fall apart in the middle of the hall. Then I spotted the girls’ restroom across the hall. Thank God. I thought to myself. I hurried across the hall, shoved the door open, and rushed into the nearest stall. The lock clicked into place behind me. I dropped onto the closed toilet seat, leaned forward, and buried my face in my hands. My brea

Xavier’s POV Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. The nerve of that little brat. I shoved my hands into my pockets as I walked out of orientation, still replaying everything that had happened. She had grabbed her neck, stumbled out of the room, and vanished without another word. Please. I wasn’t buying it. There wasn’t be a chance she had actually been in pain. It had to be an act. A convenient excuse to skip the rest of orientation after making a scene in front of everyone. She wanted attention. Well, congratulations. She had certainly gotten mine. I shook my head with an irritated laugh. “Nice try, Princess.” The moment orientation ended, I headed straight for the elevators. Students crowded the hallways, dragging suitcases behind them while introducing themselves to complete strangers. None of it mattered. I had one goal in mind. Find my room. The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside with a few other students. Thankfully, nobody was stupid enough to start a conversation. T

Xavier’s POV The door to Suite 501 slammed behind me hard enough to rattle the picture frames hanging on the wall. Good. Maybe if I made enough noise, I’d shake the image of one unbelievably irritating human out of my head. I tossed my keycard onto the marble island in the kitchen, where it skidded across the surface before coming to a stop beside a bowl of fruit. Normally, I’d have cared enough to pick it up. Today? Not happening. “This is your fault,” I muttered. Blaze remained suspiciously silent. That alone should have warned me. I opened the refrigerator and stared inside without really seeing anything. Shelves lined with neatly prepared meals, fresh fruit, bottled drinks, and enough food to survive a small apocalypse greeted me, yet nothing looked remotely appetizing. All I could see was a pair of stubborn golden eyes glaring back at me. Mr. Lizard Boy. The name repeated in my head. My eye twitched. “She started it.” Blaze’s amused rumble echoed through my mind. “I didn

Angela’s POV The loud sound of my alarm shattered the peaceful silence of my room. I groaned and blindly reached for my blanket, dragging it over my head as though an extra layer of fabric might magically silence the obnoxious noise. Unfortunately, it didn’t. The alarm continued screaming at me while I buried my face deeper into the pillow. Nope. I refused to acknowledge that morning existed. The bedroom door swung open, and I didn’t need to peek to know exactly who it was. Stephanie practically radiated sunshine twenty-four hours a day. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” Her cheerful sing-song voice made me groan even louder. The mattress dipped as she climbed onto the edge of the bed, and a second later my blanket began sliding away from my face. “Come on, Ang,” she coaxed, tugging harder. “We’re going to be late.” With every ounce of determination I possessed, I yanked the blanket back over my head. “I’m going to be late,” I mumbled from beneath the covers. “You can go.” For a m