Jena took a deep breath, but her heart was still racing.
As she stepped out of the classroom, she noticed that the rest of the students were busy laughing and chatting,
but for her, the world seemed to have stopped for a moment.
Walking through the crowded corridor, she could hear only one voice echoing inside her mind,
"Some things… are meant to be saved."
Those words kept ringing in her ears,
and every time she recalled them, her heartbeat grew faster.
"What's happening to me..?" she whispered to herself.
"Jena!" Sara called out from behind. "There you are! The coffee's going cold!"
Jena tried to compose herself. "Yeah… I'm coming!"
When she reached Sara, her friend already had a storm of questions ready.
"Did you see the way he looked at you? I mean direct eye contact! Oh my God, Jena Lawrence, is a story starting here?"
Jena smiled faintly. "Please, Sara, don't start. He's just… the new literature teacher, that's all."
Sara smirked. "That's all? Your cheeks are saying something else entirely."
Jena tried to hold back her laugh, but deep down she knew Sara wasn't completely wrong.
They grabbed their coffee and sat in the corner of the canteen.
All around, students were buzzing with excitement about the new teacher.
Every girl seemed to be repeating the same name,
"Riven Blackthorn."
One of them said, "His eyes… it's like they hypnotize you."
Another giggled, "His aura is different like the air around him turns cold."
Jena unconsciously found herself lost again in that moment,the cool air, the depth in his voice, the strange pull that still lingered inside her.
Sara took a sip of her coffee. "I don't know, but there was something off about him, Jena. Handsome, yes—but a little… scary."
"Scary?" Jena asked softly.
"Yeah," Sara said, leaning closer. "Like he could see through you. Right into your soul."
Jena went quiet. Because that's exactly what she had felt too.
That gaze it wasn't just looking at her. It had entered her.She smiled faintly, but there was a flicker of unease behind it.
When they finished their coffee and stepped outside, Jena's eyes drifted to the garden
where Riven and Sera were standing, talking.
Sera narrowed her eyes. "I've never seen you get this close to any girl before, brother. What's going on inside that head of yours?"
Riven replied calmly, "I'm not getting close to her, Sera. She's the first human I've ever met who I can't control.
I thought maybe my power wasn't working properly, so I tried to get closer but even then, she remained completely unaffected.
It's like… my power doesn't exist around her."
Sera's expression shifted instantly. "Brother, stop
I can sense something powerful. An Alpha… and four other wolves. They're coming this way. We need to leave now."
Riven's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings. "An Alpha here?
What are they doing in this territory…? Fine, let's move."
From a distance, Jena had been watching them.
But just as her gaze drifted toward the gate, she saw five boys entering the campus each one tall, striking, and impossibly attractive.
When she turned back to look at the garden Riven and Sera were gone.
"Hmm… where did they go? They were just here," she murmured.
Her eyes flicked back to the gate and in the blink of an eye, both Riven and Sera had vanished,
disappearing with lightning speed.
At the gate, the five boys made their entrance with effortless confidence.
The air itself seemed to bend around them.
For a moment, the entire campus fell silent every gaze fixed on them.
In the center walked Asher Nightbourn
tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black and grey.
A faint scar beneath his left eye gave him a dangerous edge,
and the icy calm on his face could shake anyone's soul.
Beside him was Kaelan Frost, always wearing that teasing, calculating smile.
Then Rowan Hale, whose eyes were filled with wisdom but whose face betrayed no emotion.
Luca Vail, energetic and mischievous, his every move full of confidence.
And finally Iris Greyfang, the only girl white hair, black clothes, and a chilling power in her stride.
Sara let out a low whistle. "Okay… what day is it today?
I should mark this down 'The day it rained hot and dangerous men at college.'
Attendance is going to be full for once!"
Jena gave her a sharp look. "Sara, seriously? It's getting late we still have the evening shoot, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah…" Sara grinned. "Just two more minutes. Let me look at them properly so I can focus later."
Jena rolled her eyes and watched until the five disappeared from sight.
"It's getting dark. Let's go before the light fades," Jena said with mild irritation.
Sara nodded. "Fine! You're no fun." She waved to someone nearby. "Liam! Come on, we're leaving!"
Evening settled quietly over the vast estate near the lake.
Inside the large farmhouse, the Blackthorn family resided.
Riven and Sera walked toward their father, who was calmly watering the flowers in the courtyard.
"So, you're both back," Derek Blackthorn said without looking up.
"You'll have to go hunting tonight. There's nothing left for dinner.
And your younger brother he's still adjusting to the transformation.
If he doesn't feed soon, he'll lose control. So get ready."
Riven replied, "ded ,Sera sensed an Alpha nearby."
At that, Derek finally turned to face them.
"An Alpha? That means they've either tracked us here…or they have their own reason for being in this town."
He paused, thinking deeply.
Riven's tone was firm. "I'll handle it, ded . Don't worry."
He disappeared in a flash of speed leaving the air trembling behind him.
Let's meet The Blackthorn Family
Derek Blackthorn (Riven father ) Age: 800 (appears 45)
Tall, broad-shouldered, with silver hair tied back and a trimmed beard.
His steel-grey eyes hold both wisdom and silent power.
He's calm and strict, but deeply protective of his family.
His powers: Mind Control and Shadow Command he can create illusions in the minds of others and command shadows themselves.
Elena Blackthorn ( his mother ) Age: 750 (appears 40)
Pale skin, long black hair that flows freely, and deep violet eyes that glow in the dark.
She is elegant, mysterious, and terrifyingly intelligent.
The strategist of the family she always plans ten steps ahead.
Her power: Illusion Magic she can make anyone see or feel a false reality.
Sera Blackthorn (his sister)Age: 100 (appears 19)
Golden hair, piercing blue eyes, delicate yet sharp features.
Playful, witty, and deeply protective of her brothers.
Her power: Empathy Sense she can read energy and emotions through scent,
and manipulate air to carry calming or deadly effects.
Lucien Blackthorn ( his brother ) Age: 50 (appears 16)
White-golden hair, light green eyes, and an innocent smile hiding mischief.
Curious about everything, often the cause of chaos.
He's struggling to control his thirst and emotions after his recent transformation.
His power: Teleportation he can shift instantly to any location,
though sometimes loses control mid-jump.
Now it's Riven's turn.
Riven Blackthorn is 250 years old, though he appears to be no older than 28.
He carries an aura of quiet intensity calm on the surface, yet dangerously aggressive beneath.
Every movement, every glance, holds a precision that feels both graceful and lethal.
His nature is silent, possessive, and impossibly controlled until provoked.
Then, his stillness becomes the calm before a storm.
But what truly sets Riven apart from all other vampires is his power
a power that doesn't belong to this world.
Riven can stop a person's heartbeat not by touch, but merely by altering the frequency of his voice.
He can make someone feel pain or fear without laying a single finger on them.
He can erase memories… or bring them back,
he can separate a person's soul from their body with nothing more than a single note.
Unlike other vampires who crave blood,
Riven feeds on the vibrations of a soul —
drawing energy from the emotions, pain, and essence of the living.
It makes him something beyond a vampire… something unclassified, untamed.
Centuries ago, when the Vampire Council tried to restrain his power,
Riven stood silent and then, with nothing but a motion of his fingers, he played what the Council would later call The Silent Chord.
The sound was never heard ,but the effect was devastating. The marble walls of the great hall split open, and seventeen vampires turned to ash without a single touch.
Since that day, no one has dared to stand against him. The Council branded him "The Forbidden Heir" a being too powerful to rule, yet too dangerous to destroy.
And though centuries have passed,
Riven Blackthorn still walks among humans
quietly, mysteriously…no one knows why he hides among them, or what he's truly waiting for.
Meanwhile, Jenna, Liam and Sara had reached near the forest. They had cameras, stands and all the things required for photography in their hands,
Sara said, " Jenna, how far will you go now? ? It seems like you have lost the entire forest!" Then Jenna pointed to a tree and said, "We just have to go there."