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'Alarys Military Academy welcomes all the candidates to its 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.'

Alarys Military Academy was nothing more than a slaughterhouse and Gwen was one of the many sacrificial goats who were forcefully shoved into the entry trials this year. 

To live, she must survive. To live, she must bond with one of the fire-breathers.
 
But even if she did survive the trials, she had to survive the military academy filled with the offspring of the generals who destroyed the lives of everyone in their Kingdom. However, later she figured out that she had more life-threatening problems in hand.

In the Academy, a different sort of mystery awaited her and she couldn't help but think that there was something more sinister about the Military Academy than what met the eye.

Bound with her enemy and the Governor General's handsomely infuriating son, Damian Thorndyke, she had to figure out the links between the magic of the lands and the sinister incidents that happened in the Academy every year.

All her life, Gwen was considered an outcast for not having a magical moon stone just like every human on the lands. But now that she had the magic she yearned for, why did it seem like the magic in their lands was more of a curse than a blessing?

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"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 venom. You bow to no one. And when I look at you? I am terrified. Terrified of the things that I would do for you."

This is a fantasy-romance enemies to lovers trope. 
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Serpent of Silver Flames

Her irritation flared as she felt the heat in her cheeks from his intense gaze, his voice, his scent. She clenched her jaw, determined not to let him see her flustered.

"I'm not here to entertain you, Thorndyke," she shot back, her voice steady despite the chaos within her.

His smirk grew wicked, his eyes glittering with mischief. "But you do, little venom. In more ways than one."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, betraying her with its silent agreement.

She clenched her fists, fighting against the warmth that was slowly spreading through her, trying to keep her focus on her irritation towards him.

"I don't care what you think, Thorndyke," she retorted, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked.

He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

"Get a room you two," Ty muttered, groaning as he ran a hand through his hair.

Maddening Thoughts