The Paranormal Elites of Wicked Academy

I never thought I'd willingly walk into the dragon's den, but here I am—Gwenivere, the only girl stupid enough to infiltrate the infamous Wicked Academy. Oh, and did I mention I'm a hybrid? Part vampire, part witch, and now, part boy... at least as far as anyone here knows. Infiltrating the all-male Wicked Academy wasn't my smartest move. I thought I was prepared for anything. Turns out, I wasn't ready for the vicious bullying, the cutthroat classes, or the three devastatingly handsome paranormal princes who've made tormenting me their new favorite hobby.

In the twisted halls of Wicked Academy's second year, nothing is as it seems. Surviving Year One was just the beginning. Now in the Faerie realm, where time bends and memories fade like morning mist, I discover the true meaning of wickedness. With each passing hour, the line between ally and enemy blurs beyond recognition. The bonds I forged with my three paranormal princes crack beneath the weight of unspoken truths.

Surviving year two left more than scars. It awakened something ancient within me—something the academy can no longer ignore. Now cast into a realm of ash and bone, where the dead walk and the living bleed magic to survive, I find myself not just battling beasts and illusions, but the shadows of my own bloodline. The throne I never wanted whispers my name in every flame. And I'm no longer sure the glamour I wear is hiding me…or holding me back.

In Year Four of Wicked Academy, death is no longer a threat—it is a language. Gwenivere survived the Infernal Realm. Survived the throne. Dared to survive herself. But rebirth leaves scars. The fire that judged her in Year Three did not fade—it branded her. The crown remembers her name. The realm still whispers. And the truth she uncovered has torn her in two. Because Gwen is not alone within her own soul. Gabriel lives beneath her skin. Twin. Heir. Shadow. Two destinies bound inside one body—one forged in rebellion, the other born to rule.