Serpent of Silver Flames

'Alarys Military Academy welcomes all the candidates to it's doors. I would like to thank all the Kruvaryans for dispatching their youth to us. I may remind you again that this is not a sacrifice but a step towards the eternal prosperity of Kruvarys. Do your Army proud, so you do your Kingdom proud.'

This Military Academy was nothing more than a slaughterhouse, and she was just one of the sacrificial goats.

They would break her more than she was shattered, shatter her more than she was crushed.

They would destroy her. Her destruction would be her rebirth.

She would paint them a hell with her bloodied mouth.

She was feral, she was brave. She had no need to be believed.

She was ethereal, complicated and terrifying for a world that had no idea how to love her.

Her power was catastrophe and her heart was a bloody castle.

She would do what it took to survive, for she was her own protector.



...


"You are no princess, Gwen," his fingers brushed her cheek as his twilight eyes bore into hers, "You are wild. A breathtakingly ethereal, murderous little monster. You bow to no one. And when I look at you, Gwen? I am terrified. Terrified of the things that I would for you."

Mood board:
fantasy | romance | slow burn | survival | dragons | magic | enemies to lovers | military | unicorns | pegasus | gargoyles | pheonix | griffins | strong female lead | bold fmc | magical world | military academy | dark academia