Frost and Flame

002: The Demigod

♥♥ Vampires world ♥♥

The East was buzzing with restless energy.

At the heart of Luminaria, the capital where shadows reigned and power pulsed in every corner, Wesleyans Academy towered like a gothic fortress. It wasn’t an ordinary school. Here, vampires honed their powers blood manipulation, shadow weaving, elemental control everything that kept their world sharp and dangerous.

But today, the air was different.

Students whispered down the marble halls, cameras in hand, recording with sleek black devices designed after stolen human technology. Some trembled, others giggled nervously. The reason?

Lord Ryker.

The demigod of ice himself had shown up.

He rarely attended classes, claiming they bored him. He was stronger than most teachers anyway. But when he walked into the academy gates, frost literally spread across the ground, and every vampire bowed their head without thinking.

Now he was here, striding into the classroom like a storm wrapped in human skin. His dark cloak trailed the floor, his silver-blue eyes cold enough to freeze a heartbeat. No one dared sit in his seat it was known that whoever did would be turned into a statue of ice.

The teacher almost stuttered when he saw him. “L-Lord Ryker…” He tried to compose himself and launched into the lesson. Today’s topic: The Bloodline Wars and the Law of Forbidden Bonds.

Irony.

The class scribbled notes, but Ryker didn’t bother. He sat silently, one hand on the desk, eyes fixed on nothing. His power leaked in waves, a reminder to everyone in the room that he wasn’t just another student. He was the chosen son of the East, the vessel of the Frostorb itself.

Half the girls in the room couldn’t keep their eyes off him. They bit their lips, whispered behind their books, dreaming of what it would mean if the demigod looked their way. But Ryker’s gaze never shifted. Their stares slid off him like water against stone.

When the bell finally rang, the teacher exhaled with visible relief, and the students scattered like birds freed from a cage. That was when two figures approached Ryker’s desk.

They were his only companions, powerful enough to stand near him without trembling.

Zyren tall, broad-shouldered, with hair as dark as midnight and eyes glowing a faint gold. His gift was brute force laced with shadow-binding, deadly in combat.

And Vaelora sharp, beautiful, with a cascade of raven hair and violet eyes. She carried lightning in her veins, crackling beneath her skin when she was annoyed.

Vaelora nudged him playfully. “Hey, demigod. What made you show up today? Thought you were done with boring lectures.”

Zyren smirked. “Or maybe you’re starting to fall for someone here.”

Ryker’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing like daggers. “Noisy.” His voice was low, clipped, laced with irritation.

He stood abruptly, the air frosting in his wake. Students moved out of his way without needing to be told. His cloak brushed the floor as he headed out of the room.

Vaelora gave Zyren a look that could kill. “See what you’ve done? You pissed him off again.”

Zyren shrugged, grinning. “What? It was just a joke.”

“I wanted to ask him where he’s been these last three days!” Vaelora hissed, her fingers sparking faintly with lightning. “The orb’s balance must be flickering by now, and he’s walking around like nothing matters. Come on, fool let’s follow him before he disappears again.”

The two rushed after him, trailing the frost that lingered in the halls, while whispers of Lord Ryker spread like wildfire through the academy.

★★★★

Felicia had already taken her bath, thrown on her oversized T-shirt, and was ready to crash on her bed. Thank goodness it was the weekend; no one was dragging her to that boring excuse of a school tomorrow. She yawned, stretching like a cat, and was just about to jump onto her mattress when her door creaked open.

She groaned, muttering under her breath, “Can’t someone just sleep without interruptions?”

Her grandmother, Joan, slipped in, her sharp eyes immediately locking on Felicia.

“Two minutes, girl,” Grandma said firmly.

Felicia shrugged and flopped onto the bed. “What again, Granny? I’m tired, oo, please.”

Joan folded her arms, watching her granddaughter carefully. “Where have you been, Fel?”

Felicia hesitated, then smirked. “I was at the underground… we had a competition, so I just went to, you know…”

“You have to be careful, child,” Joan interrupted, her voice low but laced with warning. “You are a woman, yet you behave like a man. Huh look at you. There isn’t a woman figure in you anymore. Now first thing tomorrow, I’m taking you girly shopping. You’re going to ditch all those trash you call dresses.”

Felicia rolled her eyes dramatically. “Alright, goodnight. See you tomorrow.”

She stood up and opened the door for her grandmother. Joan gave her a long, unreadable look before leaving the room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Felicia burst into a quiet laugh. “Girly shopping? Who does that s**t? Nahh, not me. I’m gonna get some baggy jeans, not some nonsense gowns. I’m the biker queen, not a princess.”

Still grinning at her own stubbornness, she finally lay down. The moment her head hit the pillow, her smile faded. A strange chill spread across her skin, then a warmth followed, burning at the edges of her veins. In the darkness, she shifted uneasily.

Her dreams carried her to a place she didn’t recognize ice and fire colliding, frost and flame swirling in the air. And somewhere in that strange storm, a pair of glowing eyes watched her.

Felicia stirred, whispering in her sleep, “What… the hell…”