Magic Unchained_an academy reverse harem paranormal romance by Meg Xuemei X

Author:Meg Xuemei X [X, Meg Xuemei]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Meg Xuemei X
Published: 2019-10-21T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

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“I don’t like the name Cerberus, as it was given to you by the devil himself,” I told Cerberus as he trotted beside me, leading me to the ominous gate of Satan’s school. “I’ll rename you Angel.”

Demons hated angels, so I took some satisfaction in naming my hellhound after their betters, who’d abandoned them to Earth’s Hell when the angels won the war.

The hellhound gave me an unimpressed look.

“You should be grateful that I didn’t call you Cookie, Buttercup, or Rosebud. And I doubt you’d appreciate being called Lamb!”

I’d once been set against being called all those ridiculous, meek names by my mates, but now in Hell, I’d give a piece of my soul just to hear them calling me those endearments again.

“If you have a problem with your new name, Angel, you can take it up with Loki. But he isn’t available at the moment, so I’m the boss. And even when he returns—if he returns—I’m still your boss. As of this moment, I’m establishing my authority.”

Even before Smoky had dropped me on the hot, black sand, I’d mapped out how I was going to roll in Hell’s Academy.

I would wear my birthright and demand my rights as the Princess of Hell.

I’d downplayed my status in the Half-Blood Academy, for I’d been hiding my heritage, and I’d been sheltered. Here, I would have to use every available weapon at my disposal, including my heritage.

I was who I was.

I accepted that now. I couldn’t choose the circumstances of my birth, but I would never give up the freedom to choose what I wanted to become, to choose my own path to ascension.

My heritage could no longer hinder me, only elevate me.

My enemies were determined to re-forge me in Hell, but I’d rise from the fire and give them hell.

The demon guards posted at the gate didn’t stop me or question me—if they had, I’d have shown them an example of how Hell’s princess ran her blades through her inferiors’ guts. The guards grinned at me viciously, which warned that they expected some nastiness waiting for me in my first class.

Angel growled at them while leading me through the gate into the courtyard. My hands stayed close to the hilts of my swords while my gait remained a brisk swagger. I would show anyone lurking in the shadows and watching that I wasn’t afraid of them, and I would gleefully cut down anyone who got in my way.

The campus bore two color schemes—red and black. Red represented violence, and black meant death. They were Hell’s primary colors. This place, derivative and bleak, was the opposite of the lovely campus of the Half-Blood Academy. I’d hated it here the second I’d stepped in.

I felt worse as the smell of sulfur, brimstone, and ash assaulted my nostrils.

My hands started to twitch, responding to the vibrating violence in the air. Angel turned one head and gave me a thrilling look while his other head stared ahead, looking for trouble. Violence was the hellhound’s language.

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