by Rachel Angel
Cruel Princes of Wyvern All-Boys Academy #1
By
Rachel Angel
Series Description
We are The Four Princes from The Four Kingdoms of Wyvern.
Razor is the Red Prince from the Kingdom of RoseCliff.
Jasper is the Green Prince from the Emerald Realms.
Tar is the Black Prince from the Dark Forests.
And Flint is the Silver Prince from the Metal Lands.
We are princes one day who will rule our kingdoms in Wyvern. Right now, we are the Kings of Wyven School for Boys, a school known for the toughest training of rulers and heads of states to be in order to prepare them for the cruel, cruel world we know of, in the kingdoms of Wyvern.
On a typical day at Wyvern School for Boys, one student or another gets beaten badly, pranked on so viciously, that they end up seriously injured or close to death. It is the way of Wyvern. It is how kingdoms determine the next heir and successors to thrones.
It is a vicious game. One of survival. One of rules.
So when they let in Allotrope Free from some nowhere kingdom, we felt affronted. Assaulted with disrespect.
First of all, Allotrope is not a boy, but this girl, who is much too pretty and gorgeous to be in a school full of boys.
Second, she is the last thing anyone would think could be a ruler or head of state. She is an orphan.
Wyvern School for Boys is letting her in as a statement from one of our mothers, who is the ruling Queen of one of our kingdoms. Girls can grow up to become rulers too.
Kingdoms are at sake. Real wars are being fought. The last thing we need is a girl like Allotrope to make everything we stand for, a whole big joke.
So, when it comes time to eliminate a student at Wyvern School for Boys, Allotrope should be the first to go, and we Four Princes, will make sure she goes.
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Call me Allotrope...Ally for short. When I received a royal decree from Queen Jade of the Emerald Realms to attend school at Wyvern School for Boys, I thought it was a prank pulled by my friend William who apprentices with me at the Blacksmith. There was no way I could attend such an elite school just for kings-to-be.
But it was a Royal Decree, and if I don't obey the Decree, there was a threat of death to me and to all I hold dear, which probably means William and his parents, Bilbo and Kate, the blacksmith and his wife, the alchemist, whom had let me stayed with them since I became an orphan.
To keep them safe. To keep me from losing my head, I packed up what little belongings I had and enrolled at Wyvern School for Boys.
Everything at Wyvern School for Boys was meant to intimidate. Being the only girl at a school of incredibly handsome boys, especially the Four Princes, was intimidating.
Not to mention the cutthroat competition that literally cuts students from the school.
I'm stuck in a hard place...either get killed by defying the Royal Decree and also get everyone I cared for, killed. Or stick it out at Wyvern School for Boys, despite all the bullying and cutthroat games Wyvern has in store for me.
Of course, there is no choice...I must survive Wyvern School for Boys, or die trying.
Did I mention this is a school for Dragons, too? I just have to watch out for the fire.
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Diamonds and Dragons is book 1 of the Cruel Princes of Wyvern Series for mature teens and up (17+) and is a paranormal dark fantasy bully romance reverse harem that will contain steamy and scorching scenes, dark fantasy elements, and consensual sex. This is a high school NA series.
“Well, well, well,” Razor said with a sardonic grin. “What do we have here?”
They’d entered the large open-air stadium. Thousands of students were seated around the grassy playing field.
“This may very well be the perfect example of what you’re in for here at the all-boys academy.”
She noted the emphasis on ‘all boys’.
Following him down to the front row, she heard the deadly cheers from all around her. The crowd was hungry for blood.
“Kill the sorry excuse of a man.” The shrill cry came from far in the back.
“Knock his head off,” another one cried from up front.
“Go for it. Go for it.”
Soon the entire stadium joined in the chant.
“Go for it. Go for it. Go for it.”
They stomped their feet and beat their chests as they continued the chant.
Reluctantly, Ally raised her gaze to see what was happening. In the center of the field were two students fighting. From a distance it’d seem violent but fake, yet as they drew closer to the front row, she realized that it was very real. She noticed the blood running down the leg of one of the students and was horrified.
“Do they not practice with dulled weapons?” she asked Razor.
He let out a loud belly laugh. “Oh, yes. You have much to learn, my fair maiden. Dull weapons, indeed.”
The other princes joined in the laughter as they took their seats reserved only for royals. Ally was left to sit on the stone step beside them.
“Just watch how dull those blades really are,” Razor said.
At that very moment, Ally closed her eyes and wished she could be anywhere else in the kingdom. She wanted to run through a meadow, to pick flowers, to pat her horse, to hug Kate and Bilbo. She wanted to return to her work, to the forge. She’d give anything to feel the heat of the fire, the cold of iron and the weight of a hammer.
She didn’t want to look at the deadly spectacle; didn’t want to see how absolutely inhumane it all was. But Razor nudged her with his elbow.
“Don’t close your eyes or you’ll miss the best part.”
Swallowing the ball of bile in her throat, she opened her eyes in time to see the larger student slice off the smaller, younger student’s arm clean off. With a sickly thud, the limb hit the ground, while the hapless students cried in pain. Blood poured from the open wound and the poor young man visibly grew white, then green.
It was all she could do to keep from throwing up. She gagged three times, each time swallowing the bile that’d filled her mouth. This is insane, she thought.
How could such an event be permitted?
The younger student struggled to stay upright, but he grew weaker and weaker, and his knees finally buckled under his weight. With a final stab to the heart, his opponent ended the battle and let out a primal roar. The crowd cheered.
“The Diamond Trials,” Razor said proudly as he applauded the victor. “This is the best way to find the Diamonds in the Rough out of all the Dragons.”
“But that poor, young soul,” Ally muttered.
“Don’t feel bad for him. He would have died in battle soon enough. Clearly, he was too weak to join the ranks. A warrior like him puts everyone at risk.”
“Do they always fight to the death?”
His only response was an amused snicker. “It is the way of the Spartans,” he called out proudly.
In her distant memory, she recalled hearing of such trials from her human family, the Blacksmiths. Their son William had often been as appalled by the idea as she had been.
Of the same age, she and William had shared many views of the world, of family, of the kingdom. Now, she wondered what he would think if he could see her there at the very stadium they had so often criticized.
Chapter 4
The days at the Academy were grueling, but oddly satisfying. Before arriving at the school for boys, she’d underestimated herself. She hadn’t thought herself capable of keeping up with the guys.
But Ally rose before the sun every morning and fortified herself with a healthy breakfast of eggs, ham, cheese and milk. She then studied strategic warfare for half an hour before heading out to run three times around the entire campus before any of the other students had even opened an eye.
It was the only time of her waking hours that could be spent in relative silence. But the calm that hung over the campus could be so incredibly deceiving. On several occasions, she
’d forgotten where she was and why. She lost herself in the beauty of the grounds, by the grandeur of the campus and by the ingenious architecture of every building. Then reality set back in.
The moment the morning bell rang, it was an endless cacophony that at times left her ears ringing by the time she lay her head to her pillow.
“Why are the boys so loud?” she’d once asked a professor, who’d shrugged and said it was probably their way of releasing anger and fear.
Well, to hear them every single day, they had quite a lot of anger and fear.
After her morning run, she attended fencing classes, target practice and heavy sword play. Then came the most troubling time of every day. Lunch.
Compared to the quiet stillness of her early breakfasts, lunch was pure mayhem. Worse still was that she was left to sit alone through the mayhem every single day. The disdain the male students showed for her was palpable. Though there was the occasional gaze laced with sexual tension, they for the most part spat on her; literally and figuratively.
“Oh, there you are,” Razor said in mock surprise as he came up to her table. “Three weeks and you’re still alive. Wonderful. Bets were you wouldn’t last three days. You’ve just lost a lot of people a lot of money.”
Ally kept eating. After her morning training, she was famished. Besides, today’s menu was exceptionally good.
Razor pounded his fist on the table, making the peas in her plate jump up. “I said, you lost a lot of people a lot of money.”
Playing it cool, Ally chewed her mouthful, swallowed, set her fork down and patted her mouth with her napkin before responding. “Then I suggest they place their wagers elsewhere.” She picked up her fork and continued to eat.
“Think you’re smart?”
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you. I told you I was tougher than I looked. So far, the hardest thing here has been dealing with the male student body’s frail ego. Imagine; all these young, strong men are afraid of a little ole thing like me.”
“They’re not afraid,” he groaned, bringing his heated breath to her face. “They know that with you at their side in battle, they are as sure as dead.”
“We’ll see,” she quipped, suddenly confident in her ability.
“That we shall.” Crossing his muscled arms over his broad chest, he gazed defiantly at her. “And sooner than you think.”
The ominous tone of his voice left a chill down her back. So far it had all been fun and games. Her classes were indeed with dulled swords, and she didn’t have so much as a scratch on her. Was that about to change?
“This time next week we will gather to watch you enter the Diamond Trials.”
Frowning, she knew he had to be joking. The Diamond Trials were reserved exclusively for third year students. She’d just barely finished her third week.
“Don’t try to scare me,” she said, hiding her fear. “You know as well as I do that I’ve not been training long enough.”
“Ah, but you said so yourself. You’re doing so well. Why not put you to the test right away? Why wait? That’s what I always say.”
Letting out a nervous laugh, she set down her fork and looked up at him. “And who shall I go up against? Another young girl forced to attend your sexist school?”
“Ooh, are we getting testy?” He leaned over to rest his elbows on the table, his hands clasped together over her plate of roast pork, spinach and rice. “You know,” he whispered, his eyes locked on hers. “I really look forward to seeing what you’re capable of.”
He ran an index finger over her cheek, and she resisted the urge to close her eyes. For all his harsh words, cold glares and icy demeanor, his touch was surprisingly soft and warm.
“But it certainly will be a shame… ruining that pretty face.” He straightened up and scanned the crowded dining hall before returning his gaze to her. “Oh, and by the way; no. You won’t be going up another young female opponent. You’ll be going up against a guy; a third year student… just like everyone else.”
No, she thought. That’s impossible. It would be suicide for her to entire the arena with what little training she’d had.
She looked up at him and saw that he knew that too. Not only did he know it, but she felt certain that he and his band of cruel princes were behind it.
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"At Fallen Fae Academy, the magic will either complete you or kill you."
My name is Harley, as in Harlequin. Plucked from my home from Las Vegas, NV, and placed into a University on an arts scholarship, suddenly I am the girl the four hottest and most popular boys have decided to "initiate."
This is no ordinary "hazing" ritual, and these boys are no ordinary boys.
This mysterious University looks like any ivy league campus, but it isn't. Step in and you are transported beyond your wildest imagination. I should be ecstatic being here. Except surviving "Initiation" is going to take everything I've got.
Don't let the beauty of the four fae boys fool you. They are as dangerous as they are beautiful. And underneath everything, runs a deep secret. One I need to find out before Initiation kills me.
They think a human is weak. They think I shouldn't be at this university. I'm about to prove them wrong.
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Blurb for the Entire 6-book Series:
Take her down. Make her leave.
Kingsbury Prep is a 500 year old institution.
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We will break her, break her will, break her heart.
She will wish she never step foot into Kingsbury.
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*****
I didn't asked to go to Kingsbury Prep. My little sister secretly sent in an application.
I know I am nowhere near the ideal student for Kingsbury Prep.
But I won't be pushed out of anywhere just because three spoiled brats known as the Royals deemed it so.
Living on the streets, managing to go to school, work part-time at any odd job to take care of my sister taught me how to fight.
And dream of a better life.
I won't let them take away that dream for my sister. I won't let them win.
They declared war on me and the whole school is game.
Well, boys...you're in for a ride. Because you picked on the wrong girl. I'm capable of anything your royal butts can't even imagine. I don't play games. Life is tough enough already. But since you started it, watch your backs because I'm not called Tempest for nothing.
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TEMPEST is a reverse harem/mature high school bully romance novel. This is book one of six in the series. Contains foul language and sexual scenes; any sex featured is consensual.
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About the Author
Rachel Angel is the pen name for an international multi-award-winning bestselling author of bad boy romances and Reverse Harems romances. She has voiced, written, and produced a few animae tv series and films distributed in the U.S. and Japan. She also loves exploring cultures, traveling, and discovering some history that makes for a great series. This is where Bad Boy Royals of Kingsbury Prep comes to mind. It was inspired by a true life school for royalty, which had some scandals and mysteries of its own. Also a new reverse harem high school bully series called The Cruel Princes of Wyvern All-Boys Prep School.
Those are bully romances. Why does she love writing bully romances? Because she had been bullied myself, have been a college counselor for young women, and even talk about bullying in high school. She writes bully romances as a way to discourage bullying in real life. It exists, unfortunately, but with her help, she hopes to encourage bullying to exist only in fiction, and to spread love in life. Being bullied in real life had taught her a lot, and she hopes to bring her life lessons and experiences to her books with fiercely strong female characters, who may be bullied, only to turn things around. The bullies will bow to her and seek redemption. During the writing of the Kingsbury Prep Series, Rachel Angel temporarily lost her eyesight due to her non-stop writing schedule. She has since recovered and now takes longer coffee breaks in between.
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