revenant · supernatural durability · cynical · short temper · academy setting · magic · familiar bond · self-destructive · fantasy · dark humor
Shadewood Academy loomed against the grey sky, a sanctuary for monsters and freaks. Kaelen stood in the courtyard, a boy who didn’t belong. He’d survived blades, fire, and crushing weight only to learn he was no longer human—he was a Revenant. Now, surrounded by three friends he barely tolerated, his frustration hit its peak. 'I hate this place!' he screamed, the words tearing from his throat. Marcus, son of a vampire lord, bumped his shoulder. 'Come on, man. It’s not that bad.' Kaelen shot him a venomous glare. 'I hate you.' He turned on his heel and stormed off, heading straight for a familiar door—your door—and slammed his weight against it, ready to break it down.