Unhinged

Unhinged HELLNIGHT ACADEMY BOOK 2 DREIA WELLS Contents Welcome to HellNight Academy The story so far Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Epilogue The End . . . for now Did you enjoy Unhinged? Acknowledgments Books by Dreia Wells Books by D. Sparks “When you're unhinged, things make their way out of you that should be kept inside, and other things get in that ought to be shut out. The locks lose their powers. The guards go to sleep. The passwords fail.” -Margret Atwood This book is dedicated to sacrifice. Here’s to the things you’ll lose and the things you’ll gain along the way. No matter your journey. You will change. A metamorphosis of unrecognizable proportion. It’s fucking painful at the beginning but it’s worth it. Welcome to HellNight Academy, where every day could be your last. Survive, scheme, fight, or kill your way into power, by taking the power from your lessers. Only the strong will remain; the weak shall perish. Rise to the top, and the Supernatural world will be yours for the taking. Excel at your classes during the day and stay alive at night. Live like tomorrow isn’t promised, because at this Academy, it’s not. The night calls you home. You’ve been warned. Enter at your own risk. The story so far Hey, it’s me, Micah Jones. I know, I know it’s been a while since Dreia left you all hanging from a cliff but here we are, back in action. (Shh . . . I need to make this quick before she decides to do something wicked and cruel to me and mine.) So, where were we? As you know I defied my parents’ wishes and went to HellNight Academy. Death . . . death . . . and more death. I have two complete Soul Tethers, the twins, my mix-matched kings. Esme and I are complicated. You know the whole “will they, won’t they” situation. Rodyn . . . well, I decided I am going to make that asshole beg for my forgiveness. He and I have a long road to travel down. Watch this space. I find out I’m not only a Witch, but a Demon/Witch hybrid. Wait, nope, scratch that, I’m a Witch/Angel hybrid, with a little Demonic darkness mixed in for good measure. Let’s see, I picked up a fated mate, the delicious Professor Lyrik Bodin, who I didn’t even get to put my lips on yet . . . nudge . . . nudge Dreia. Marcus, Mom and Dad are MIA. I think they are ghosting me big time. Sasha drunk challenged me to a duel in the Pit. Well, that turned out to be a shit show. Especially when a big-ass Demon grabbed me and threw me down into the Underworld. Like literally tossed me into oblivion. From there I learned that my Anchor Key, you know, with the trapped soul of Rook inside, well, he isn’t a trapped soul at all. Apparently, he is a Demon as well, and my betrothed. I mean, I didn’t sign up for this level of crazy, but life has a way of bending you over and fucking you dry. At least lube me up first. Oh yeah, and everyone’s favorite moment, I finally met my “biological” father. So, there you are, all caught up. Quick, turn the page. I can feel Dreia’s presence. She’s watching . . . Prologue MARCUS “Marcus, it’s Mi. Emergency call back, please.” Beep! “Marcus, what is happening? Is everyone ok? Call me back, please.” Beep! “Marcus, I really need to talk to you, Panda. Things are happening—I thought I could speak to you about it. Call me back.” Beep! “Ok, I wish I knew why I was being iced out here. Of all people, not you. Please, call me.” Beep! “I’ve been challenged to a duel tonight. It will be fine. I will be fine. If anything happens to me. You know what. You’re probably deleting these anyway. Love ya, Panda.” Beep! I’ve been driving for hours. I check the rearview mirror, changing lanes I catch my reflection then focus on the road again. My tired dark brown eyes are bloodshot, my locs are in a pile on top of my head, and I couldn’t care less. My mother will not approve of my appearance. But fuck her. She has a lot of explaining to do. I shift in my seat, my six-foot-four frame is in desperate need of a stretch as I push past the pain in my back, my goal of getting home to my parents outweighs my comfort. I thought about teleporting home, but the last thing I need is to be questioned on why I was using portals without sanction. I had already done this by taking Micah to school, I didn’t need more trouble. The entire drive home I listened to Micah’s messages on repeat. Each time I felt the deep ache in my heart for not being there when she needed me. “You’re my younger brother,” she always said to me as her amber eyes stared into my soul. She argued that it’s her duty to protect me and not the other way around. In the end, we made a pact to always protect each other because we’re a team. Well, we should have been a team. My heart pounds hard in my chest as I continue to listen, noticing each message sounds more anxious than the last. What the hell was going on over at HellNight Academy to make her have such urgency in her voice? I could almost feel her heartbreak by the last message. Had she thought I was ignoring her? I would never. At first, I thought somehow there was just a