Nightblood Academy: A Paranormal Bully Romance

  Nightblood Academy

  Allison West

  What’s Inside

  He followed behind her, never seeming to untangle himself from her body.

  The door shut, and their clothes came off in a heap on the floor. "I don't… I've never," she didn't even know what she was trying to say, except this wasn't like her and she didn't usually do this. In fact, she'd never done this, but she wanted him.

  "I know. It's okay," Hudson whispered against her neck, his breath warm and inviting, his kisses soft and sweet as he backed her up against the mattress. "It's not like I meet a lot of girls here, either." He was teasing her right back.

  The back of her knees hit the bed and she fell against the soft material, laughing softly.

  Hudson climbed above her. "What's so funny?" He captured her mouth with his, taking another taste.

  She slipped farther back on the bed, enjoying the weight of his body, the warmth of his protection as he comforted her in ways she had never imagined. His lips caressed her down her neck, across her chest, tasting and touching her intimately.

  Lil gasped as his fingers found their way past her waist, dipping into her warmth. His digits were large, but he was gentle with each stroke.

  Her hands moved down his back, feeling over his bottom before eyeing his manhood. She'd never seen one, at least outside of a filthy magazine or one of those movies she wasn't supposed to watch. It was bigger than she imagined.

  "Can I?" she asked his permission before touching him, curious and hungry to please him.

  Their lips clashed, dancing for control as she moved to climb down his body, wanting to take a taste and lick and suck his cock.

  "We have all night," Hudson said, reassuring her that this could last as long as they wanted it to. There was no rush.

  She didn't want to let her mind wander and consider that tomorrow would come, and she would be returning back to her world. All she wanted was the here and now, which involved him. He was magnificent, every inch of his body, from his taut muscles, all the way down to his thick cock.

  His fingers caressed her body, his lips covering her in kisses as he pulled her closer, edging his cock at her entrance.

  She was wet and ready. "Don't go slow." There was an urgency that she felt, a strong desire to grab him and pull him deeper.

  He kissed her neck, biting down on her shoulder. She gasped as he inched the tip of his cock into her warmth.

  "More." She grabbed his hips, pulling him tighter, grinding herself into him. She craved him like nothing she'd ever experienced. It was as though he was air and she was drowning.

  "I don't want to hurt you," he said as he kissed behind her ear then nibbled on her earlobe. Keeping her close, his fingers moved down between her thighs, touching her pearl.

  Lil gasped, hoping no one would hear and not entirely caring, either. God, it felt amazing! She gripped his cock as he slid farther inside of her, the pain slight and aching but good at the same time. Lil had never experienced such a sensation, the throbbing and pulsating within her as he slowly withdrew and began thrusting his cock in and out of her tightness.

  He thrust from above, his body towering over her, kisses dropping every so often on her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids, each kiss as lazy as the next. The sensation grew, the throbbing intensified.

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  Allison West

  Nightblood Academy

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-64563-191-0

  Print ISBN: 978-1-64563-192-7

  v1

  Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design

  This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  Contents

  What’s Inside

  Part One - Orenda

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Part Two - Elfinland

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

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  Part One - Orenda

  Chapter 1

  Dreams

  Light streamed in past the curtains, forcing Lil's eyes open. She grumbled and rolled onto her stomach, burying her face further into the pillow. At any moment, her mother would come into her room and yell at her to get out of bed. She'd be late for school if she didn't hurry. Lil pushed herself out from under the covers and sat up. She grimaced and glanced at the light peeking in through the curtains. Most mornings, the light was bright yellow from the sun rising just outside her window. But today, an eerie pink glow bled its way into her room, leaving her bedroom a sickening shade of bubblegum.

  "Mom?" Lil called, but she heard no answer. Down below, the porch door squeaked. Lil moved toward the shades. Was this one of Jamey's pranks? She loved playing tricks on Lil, as any ten-year-old sister would. Lil half expected to see pink plastic wrap on the window. She peered through the curtain and pushed it aside. Lil's heart skipped a beat at the odd hue of the sun. Dark red clouds gathered and rolled in toward the house. The wind whipped outside, causing the windowpanes to shudder. The clatter sounded as if long talon-like fingernails tapped at the screen. A shadow quickly flew over the house. Lil studied its shape on the ground, unable to see the creature from her window. Was it… a dragon? She backed away from the window and froze, hearing the creature land with a thud on the roof. Her eyes shot up toward the ceiling. Something was walking up there. Silently, she hoped it wouldn't find its way into her home.

  "What the…" she mumbled to herself. She had to be dreaming. "Wake up." Her surroundings didn't change.

  Lil rushed down the stairs, two at a time. "Mom?" Her mother would know what was going on. Maybe a storm was coming? Tornados weren't rare occurrences in Missouri. She made her way to the kitchen and found the house quiet and empty. Lil searched the counter, finding it empty. Her mother never left without a note. It wasn't like her. Everything was wrong. She trudged back up the stairs to her room.

  "Jamey! Hurry up in there! I have to get ready for school." Lil pounded on the bathroom door as she passed. She walked toward the closet and pulled out a half-dozen outfits, dropping two on her bed. The rest of her clothes littered the floor. She settled on a pair of jeans and a lavender shirt. Lil stalked to the bathroom and found it uninhabited. "Thank you!"

  She stripped down and changed into her clothes. When she looked up at her reflection in the mirror, she took a tentative step back, bumping into the tub behind her. Her reflection was different. Her pale skin had a distinctive creamy glow, and her eyes had brightened to ocean blue instead of their usual faint sky blue. Her long brown hair now had streaks of blonde hi
ghlights. She glanced down at the tips of her fingernails and noticed they were a midnight blue with yellow bolts of lightning.

  "What the hell!" Using her thumb, she tried to brush the polish off, but it didn't budge. "Jamey!" Lil opened the bathroom door.

  Coming out from the bedroom, a little boy with chestnut hair rounded the corner and stared up at her with steel-blue curious eyes. "Yes?" he asked with a warm, inviting smile. "What is it, Willow?"

  Staring back at the stranger who wasn't much older than her sister, Lil's eyes widened. No one ever called her Willow. She hated her given name, Willow Porter. She much preferred Lil. "Who are you?" she demanded, pushing past the young child toward her sister's room. "Jamey? Jamey, where are you? This isn't funny!" Lil reached the bedroom and found the walls painted with a jungle theme. This wasn't Jamey's room! Jamey's room had butterflies and mermaids on the wall. This was a boy's bedroom. What was happening?

  The room spun. She swayed in the hall, her eyes widening further in confusion as she saw the pictures on the wall stare back at her—Lil and the same little boy smiling and hugging. Her fingers traced the frame, and she took two steps forward, finding another photograph of herself and the same boy sticking their tongues out and making faces at one another. Not a single family photograph of her family adorned the wall, and none contained her little sister.

  "Calm down," said a familiar voice from behind Lil. She spun around and jumped at the sight of herself staring back at her. "You're not supposed to be here." The young woman looked exactly like Lil, but with soft blue eyes, simple brown hair, and unpainted nails that had been chewed. She was the perfect reflection of how Lil saw herself every day. Ordinary. Just behind Lil's look-alike stood a boy, muscular and a few inches taller with dark, messy hair and pale gray eyes. She didn't recognize him, and she would have remembered a face like his; he was good looking.

  "What's she doing here?" His voice had the faintest hint of an accent. If she didn't know any better, it almost sounded Australian with a thick twang. "I didn't do this, I swear. You have to send her back. It's not safe for her here, Willow."

  "Rawlie, I know that. Hush," Willow said, sounding frustrated. "I'll send her back." She reached out, the tip of her finger touching Lil's arm, transferring a spark of electricity between them.

  The jolt bolted Lil upright in bed, and she struggled to catch her breath. She pushed herself out of bed, her heart pounding as she raced for the window, needing to see the truth with her own eyes. She pushed aside the curtains, finding the sun blindingly bright and yellow, the same as it was every other morning. The wind was calm, the world just as she had left it when she went to bed. She breathed a sigh of relief and opened her bedroom door. Her little sister, Jamey, walked into the bathroom. "Not so fast!" Lil said.

  Lil threw her arms around her little sister, spinning her around in a hug.

  "I have to go the bathroom, Lil." Jamey untangled herself from her sister's embrace.

  "Lil, is that you? Are you awake?" Her mother's voice echoed through the house. Lil released her tight hold on her sister and ran down the hallway. Once downstairs, Lil felt relieved to see her mother.

  "Are you feeling all right, dear?"

  "I had the strangest dream," Lil said with a sigh, plopping down at the kitchen table in front of a bowl of cereal. She lifted the spoon and stared down, confused by her fingernails. Her pinky finger was painted midnight blue with a yellow bolt of lightning etched into the center. "Mom." Her voice hitched at this reminder of her dream. It couldn't be real, could it? Lil didn't remember painting her nails last night. A knot grew in her stomach.

  "We'll talk when I get home." Lil's mother planted a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead. "I've got to head out for work; I'm running late. Mrs. Henley is going to come by in a few minutes to make sure Jamey gets off to school when you leave."

  "I know, Mom." It was the everyday routine. Except for the painted nail, everything seemed ordinary. Lil emitted a heavy sigh, rubbing her forehead and trying to comprehend what had happened. Her dreams never meant anything. In fact, most of the time, she couldn't remember them at all. It was strange for her to have such a vivid, realistic dream. Lil watched her mother grab her keys and purse and head out the front door.

  "Bye," Lil whispered.

  Jamey stalked down the stairs and leaned on the railing. "Are you still being weird?"

  "You're the weird one," Lil said, lifting her head and taking another bite of breakfast.

  "Is Bray coming by and taking you to school?" Jamey grinned, walking closer to the table and brushing her long blonde locks into two pigtails.

  Bray lived across the street from Lil. They were best friends, practically inseparable. "No. He went in early for cross-country. What's that look for?" Lil finished the last bite of cereal.

  Her sister came to stand in front of her. "Lil and Bray sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S—"

  As Lil stood up, Jamey stopped mid-sentence. Jamey didn't wait for Lil's reaction. She tore up the stairs, just as the doorbell sounded.

  "I guess I'll get the door." Lil rolled her eyes and left her empty bowl on the table. She walked to the front door, and noticing a folded blueprint, she bent down. Her mother must have dropped it on her way out of the house. After picking the plan up, Lil unlocked the door, letting Mrs. Henley into the house. She walked back to the kitchen with the strange paper. What was her mother working on?

  Lil sat inside the classroom at Twain High, her eyes scanning everywhere but the front by the blackboard. She had never been overly eager for school. It wasn't that she was dumb, quite the opposite. She'd been bored and the teachers had never attempted to challenge her. Her gaze dropped to her hand, and she put her pen down. One distinctive mark remained from her dream. It made no sense. How she could have been someplace else? It had to have been a dream. Right?

  Frustrated, she let out a heavy sigh. Her mind wandered, and she glanced out the window. In the distance, she saw it—the slightest ripple and flash in the forest preserve just across the lawn. She had just walked through there earlier that morning on her way into school. Lil jumped in her seat. No one seemed to notice. Her eyes widened. Just beyond the trees, a figure stood tall in blue jeans and a blue-striped, button-down shirt.

  Who are you? She shook her head as she glanced back at her English teacher, Ms. Lee. Her back was to Lil, so she shifted in her seat and peered out the window at the stranger not more than a dozen yards away. He approached through the trees until he came as far as the clearing. He leaned his back onto a trunk and nodded toward Lil, just once. Lil pinched herself, making sure she was awake. Had she fallen asleep in class? He gestured for her to come outside, letting her know he was there for her.

  Lil gasped. Her palms grew sweaty, and her heart raced. A surge of adrenaline spiked through her, causing an overload of symptoms. Her stomach ached; her hands trembled. If she didn't calm her nerves, she'd vomit in English class. Would there be anything more embarrassing than the entire class witnessing her humiliation? "Ms. Lee, I need to use the bathroom!" Before her teacher could tell her otherwise, Lil jumped up from her seat and grabbed the wooden hall pass. She rushed out of the building, leaving the wooden slot in the doorjamb to allow her access back in through the locked doors. The cool air helped, but it didn't keep the world from spinning wildly around her. Each step felt as though the distance grew farther apart. Maybe she was crazy for chasing after a dream, but she needed answers. The stranger from her dream, the boy she had just seen outside the window, wasn't there anymore. He had vanished. It made no sense. He wanted her to see him, didn't he? Who was he? Why was he looking for her?

  "Where are you?" Lil called out into the forest. She didn't dare set foot any closer. Not for fear of the woods, but knowing she couldn't without risking trouble. She needed to be back in the classroom in two minutes, or Ms. Lee would issue her a detention. "I'm not giving up so easily." She would get her answers, one way or another. Lil turned and strode back toward the building, retrieving her wooden hall p
ass, before slumping back behind her desk. She hated school, and this mystery made it much more difficult to focus on the lessons in class.

  "What are you doing here?" Hudson stalked down the stairs of the academy, catching sight of Rawlie at the bottom of the staircase.

  "We need to talk."

  "Whatever you think we need to talk about, it's not happening. Go home. You're needed with Willow far more than we need you." Hudson brushed past Rawlie, knocking his shoulder. "You'll get us all killed." He had little faith in anyone else. Hudson had grown accustomed to living at Nightblood Academy, protecting Arianna and living nearly alone. It had been the two of them for quite some time.

  Rawlie was no stranger to the academy, but Hudson didn't want him there.

  "It's time we bring her over here."

  Hudson stormed passed Rawlie and into the training room. He needed to get his mind focused and ready for battle. "Willow and Jamie? You know that isn't an option. They need to stay put. There are protections on that house."

  "That's not the girl I'm talking about," Rawlie said. He stood his ground, refusing to back down. He grabbed a sword from the closet and handed one to Hudson. "She should have arrived years ago when this place was still thriving with students."

  The academy had long since been abandoned, the school nearly destroyed.

  He lifted the metal blade, waiting for his opponent to do the same. "Lucky for her, she had a future, at least for eight years. Listen, I know it's dangerous, but she's already found her way over once. It's only a matter of time until she comes here again on her own. What then? I'm not asking. I'm going with Willow to retrieve her. I'd like your help in training her," Rawlie said.