Page 2 of Unicorn Shifter Academy
Renee, the Keymaster of Heaven, Hell, and Earth.
Sonya, the Queen of Hell.
Evelyn, the Ruler of the Royal Covens.
Lilith, Sonya’s daughter and one of the most powerful Champions, the woman who stopped Lucifer from ruling Earth.
And then there was Ayla. They didn’t share her portrait, but rather a crest of a rose surrounded by thorns fluttered against the wall. Maybe she was the shy type. Either way, I could practically taste the magic wafting from the staff that was still handing out candies, whispering spells over them before giving them to the attendees.
Fortune Academy had campuses all over after dealing with Lucifer and Calamity. Earth’s campus was a prestigious place for the supernaturals leftover in the wake of the Rise.
That’s what they called it; the near-extinction of everyday mortals was looked at as a blessing instead of the curse it was.
I liked being human, personally.
But in the L’estelle family, being human was an insult.
All of the nineteen-year-olds in the stuffy auditorium had the same problem and the same melted treats.
They were mortal.
Dull.
Unmagical—practically a crime these days.
The spelled Skittles that wandered down my digestive tract instantly made my stomach roll in retaliation.
My cheeks bulged when nausea wound through my stomach. I wanted to rid my stomach of the foreign contents that made me clench my fingers into my abdomen. Not to mention my head was starting to kill me.
“Don’t youdarethrow that up!” my mother hissed, sharply grabbing my arm as if she could put the fear of the gods into me enough to make this somehow work.
“I’m not,” I grumbled before I took a deep breath.
It didn’t help.
“Good,” she snapped, yanking me again for good measure. “Your father had to sell our west coast house for those.”
I resisted rolling my eyes, but I rolled them internally.
Hard.
Oh no, not the beach house,I internally mused.
The L’Estselle family had done pretty well for themselves once supernaturals were out of the proverbial bag. We’d already been wealthy, but once my family stopped having to hide that they were all a group of powerful witches and warlocks, the moneyflowed.
Something that my mother took pride in, given what she was. She straightened and swept back her hair that always floated around her face as if she conjured an invisible breeze on a constant basis.
She was an elemental, a rare type of witch who controlled nature and she made bank selling her rain to farms.
And if anyone pissed her off? They could expect to encounter a dry spell for the indefinite future.
Like an advertisement, rain droplets beaded around her flawless collarbone, creating a unique necklace, while her bleach-blonde hair floated over her shoulders.
Her pristine silver-white eyes slanted my way when I hiccuped, her delicate frown chiding me for even thinking of rejecting the magical candy.
It was supposed to activate dormant supernatural cells in my body, and after the Rise, everyone was supposed to have them.
Except this was the third time we’d tried an Awakening Ceremony, and even though my mother had spared no expense to get me into Fortune Academy this time, I had a feeling it still wasn’t going to work.
