Life did not change suddenly.
It broke—slowly.
Luna Valeria continued her studies as she always had: quietly, obediently, hiding the strange feelings that stirred inside her whenever she felt too much. Ninth grade passed. Then tenth. Then eleventh. School became her escape, books her shield.
But homes built on secrets never stay whole.
One evening, the house was silent in a way Luna had never felt before. Meera sat at the dining table, her hands shaking, her eyes hollow.
Eman Valeria was leaving.
No shouting.
No explanations.
Just a quiet end.
The reasons were never spoken aloud—but Luna felt them. The secrets. The research. The child who was never meant to be found.
The divorce shattered something deep inside her.
From that day on, Luna lived with her mother.
Meera tried to be strong. She became stricter, colder, as if distance could protect her daughter from the truth. Eman disappeared from their lives—and not long after, Luna learned he had married another woman.
Her name was Maria.
Luna never asked why.
She finished high school with discipline and silence. Twelfth grade ended under pressure, sleepless nights, and a heart that had learned not to hope too loudly.
Then came her eighteenth birthday.
And with it—her results.
Luna came home that afternoon, rain threatening the sky. She logged into the portal with shaking fingers.
98%.
She stared at the screen.
Then she laughed.
Then she cried.
Joy burst through her chest for the first time in years. Pride. Relief. Freedom.
Her heartbeat thundered.
And then—
Something answered.
The lights exploded.
The air turned violent.
Wind howled through the house as the sky outside darkened unnaturally. Clouds twisted. Thunder cracked the heavens open.
Luna screamed as pain and power tore through her.
Her shadow stretched across the wall—no longer human.
For a moment, she was not one being, but many.
A wolf's form surged through her—feral, powerful.
A vampire's cold aura wrapped around her veins.
A serpent's presence coiled tight and ancient.
Above it all, a fox-like aura flared—clever, glowing, crowned with burning light.
A dark, glowing crown of energy formed above her head.
Her eyes burned with shifting colors.
The house trembled.
The weather screamed.
And then—
Silence.
The storm vanished.
Luna collapsed.
When she woke, she remembered nothing.
She stood up slowly, confused, frightened, and retreated to her room, unaware of what she had become.
But Meera had seen everything.
Her hands trembled as she picked up her phone and called the one man she had sworn never to contact again.
"Eman," she said, her voice breaking.
He answered coldly.
She told him what happened.
There was a long pause.
Then he spoke, emotionless.
"Give her a black bracelet with a blood-red heart," he said.
"And a black chain with a red heart pendant."
Meera's breath shook.
"Take her to London. Leave her there.
She will join Valeria Academy."
"I'll take care of everything."
Meera swallowed. "She's your daughter."
"I know," he replied quietly.
"I'm sorry."
The call ended.
Meera didn't know—
Luna had heard everything.
One of Meera's earbuds lay forgotten in Luna's hand.
Her world shattered.
Academy.
Powers.
Father.
That night, Luna crept into Meera's room and opened her laptop. Hidden folders revealed everything—files, research, names.
Valeria Academy.
Her father's academy.
A place where no student was ordinary.
Vampires.
Magicians.
Fox spirits.
Serpents.
Wolves.
Unicorns.
Phoenix-born.
Her hands trembled.
Her destiny stared back at her.
She didn't cry.
She prepared.
Clothes. Documents. Resolve.
When Meera entered the room, Luna turned calmly.
"I know everything," Luna said.
Meera broke down.
She told her the truth.
About Eman.
About the academy.
About the chains.
About the serpent mole.
And the final truth—
Eman Valeria was not just a father.
He was the founder of Valeria Academy.
The next morning, Meera pressed the bracelet onto Luna's wrist and fastened the chain around her neck.
At the airport, she hugged her daughter tightly.
"Be stronger than them," she whispered.
Luna didn't look back as she walked toward her flight.
LonLife didn't break all at once.
It cracked slowly.
The day Meera and Eman signed the divorce papers, Luna didn't cry.
She stood between them, holding her breath, watching two people who once felt like home become strangers.
"We'll still love you," Eman said quietly.
But love didn't stop him from leaving.
After that, Luna lived with her mother.
The house felt bigger.
Quieter.
Colder.
Meera threw herself into work. Luna threw herself into studies.
They didn't talk much—but they survived.
Years passed.
Luna grew taller, calmer, sharper.
She noticed things others didn't—the way lights flickered when she was angry, how animals went silent when she walked by, how mirrors sometimes reflected someone… not quite her.
She ignored it.
She had exams to pass.
A future to build.
The day her 12th-grade results were announced, Luna's heart pounded harder than it ever had.
She came home alone, shoes abandoned near the door, fingers trembling as she opened the results page.
98%.
For a second, the world stopped.
Then she laughed.
A real laugh.
"I did it…" she whispered, tears filling her eyes. "I really did it."
She ran to the kitchen.
"Mom!"
Meera looked up—and smiled.
But the smile didn't reach her eyes.
"You worked hard," Meera said softly, hugging her.
Luna didn't notice how tightly her mother held her…
Like she was afraid to let go.
That night was Luna's 18th birthday.
The sky was strange—clouds racing, wind restless.
At exactly midnight, Luna felt it.
A sharp pain in her chest.
She gasped, gripping the bed as heat spread through her veins.
"Mom—!" she tried to call out.
The lights shattered.
The windows rattled.
Golden light burst from her body, dazzling and violent like a diamond exploding from within.
Her reflection in the mirror wasn't human.
Her eyes shifted colors—purple, red, blue, green.
Her shadow twisted into something ancient.
The serpent-shaped mole at her waist burned.
Outside, thunder roared.
Then—
Darkness.
When Luna woke up, sunlight streamed through the curtains.
Her body felt normal.
Too normal.
"What… happened?" she whispered.
Her head ached. Her memory was blank.
No pain. No fear. No power.
Just silence.
Later that evening, Luna sat in her room, absentmindedly holding one earbud while the other lay on the table.
She froze when she heard her mother's voice through it.
"Eman… I can't handle this alone anymore."
A pause.
"Give her the black bracelet with the blood-heart… and the black chain with the red heart."
Luna's breath hitched.
"Send her to London.
Enroll her in Valeria Academy.
You founded it—you take responsibility."
A long silence.
Then Eman's tired voice.
"I'm sorry."
The call ended.
Luna's hands shook.
Valeria Academy?
Founded it?
That night, curiosity overpowered fear.
She opened Meera's laptop.
The password accepted her instantly.
Folders opened.
Her heart pounded.
PROJECT VALERIA
IMMORTAL HYBRIDS
ACADEMY FILES – LONDON
Her name appeared again and again.
Photos of a dark, castle-like academy filled the screen.
And one name stood out—
Auren Vale.
"So… it's real," Luna whispered.
Tears slipped down her face—not from fear, but betrayal.
Her mother knew everything.
Meera stood at the door.
"You were never supposed to find out like this," she said softly.
That night, Meera told Luna everything.
About witches.
About scientists.
About immortals.
About why Luna was different.
Valeria Academy wasn't just a school.
It was protection.
And prison.
Days later, at the airport, Meera hugged Luna tightly.
The black bracelet clicked around Luna's wrist.
The black chain with the red heart rested against her chest.
"This will protect you," Meera whispered. "And hide you."
Luna didn't cry.
She looked back once.
"I'll come back stronger," she said quietly.
Meera watched her disappear into the crowd.
The moon slipped behind clouds.
And far away—The airport was crowded, but Luna felt completely alone.
The announcement boards blinked.
People hurried past with suitcases and goodbyes.
Luna stood still.
The black bracelet felt heavy on her wrist.
The black chain with the red heart rested cold against her skin.
Meera adjusted Luna's jacket with shaking hands.
"You don't have to be afraid," Meera said softly.
Luna looked at her mother.
"You knew all this," Luna said quietly.
"About me. About him. About the academy."
Meera swallowed hard.
"I wanted you to have a normal life… at least for a while."
Luna didn't shout.
She didn't cry.
That hurt more.
Meera pulled her into a tight hug.
"This academy is dangerous," Meera whispered near her ear.
"But it's the only place where people like you survive."
Luna closed her eyes.
"For eighteen years," she said, "I thought I was strange."
She opened her eyes again.
"Now I know I was hidden."
Meera's eyes filled with tears.
She carefully fastened the bracelet properly.
"This will suppress your powers when your emotions go out of control," she explained.
"And the chain… it will warn you.
Of danger… or of someone important to your heart."
Luna touched the red heart charm.
"Someone important?" she repeated softly.
Meera nodded, but said nothing more.
The boarding announcement echoed.
"Flight to London now boarding."
Meera stepped back reluctantly.
Luna picked up her bag.
She turned once more.
"I'll find the truth," Luna said firmly.
"About you. About him. About me."
Meera forced a smile.
"And I'll be waiting."
Luna walked away.
She didn't look back again.
Meera watched until Luna disappeared beyond the security gates.
Only then did Meera whisper—
"Forgive me… my moon."
Outside the airport, clouds slowly covered the moon.
And somewhere far away, in London—
Luna sat near the window, her forehead resting against the cold glass.
The hum of the airplane slowly faded as exhaustion pulled her into sleep.
—
She stood in a strange space.
Neither dark nor bright.
Mist surrounded her, moving like it was alive.
A figure stood ahead.
Tall.
Broad shoulders.
Straight posture.
She couldn't see his face—
It was blurred, like smoke hiding his features.
But everything else was clear.
A silver chain rested against his chest.
A single earring glinted near his ear.
His outfit was dark, sharp, unfamiliar—but powerful.
Her heart skipped.
The chain around her own neck suddenly warmed.
Why does it feel familiar…? she thought.
He took one step forward.
The ground trembled.
She heard his voice—low, calm, dangerous.
"You finally awakened."
Her breath caught.
"I… who are you?" Luna tried to ask.
No sound came out.
Wind rushed past her.
For a moment, his presence felt like—
protection
threat
destiny
All at once.
Their chains resonated together.
Her pulse raced.
"Be careful who you trust," the voice said softly.
Lightning cracked through the mist.
Luna gasped and jolted awake.
—
Her hand flew to her chest.
The chain was warm.
Her breathing was uneven.
"That was… just a dream," she whispered.
But deep inside—
She knew it wasn't.
Valeria Academy opened its gates.
Valeria Academy awakened.