The Tracker Hive Academy Year One - Avery Song Page 0,98

at Calvin, who gave us a confident grin.

"I've been tracking this guy for ten years! I'll definitely be of use."

"You?" Zion was the one who questioned it in a mocking manner. "You're clearly failing."

"Hmm. He could have a reason that may actually make sense," Zackery reasoned.

"You guys just switched personalities, didn't you?" Calvin asked.

The four of us glared at him, and he lifted his hands up protectively.

"Don't kill the messenger. I'm just saying. I've been one of the leads trying to track this guy down since the actual incident. I'll explain more once we get to the office, but I'll be helpful. I'm the one best-suited to track Charles down,"

"Why?" I repeated firmly. "Don't tell us you have all eight elements, because we know you don't."

"Nope." Calvin smiled and turned around, dropping down from the stage like he suddenly had no difficulty at all.

He looked back at us and fixed his glasses.

"I'm his biological son, and it's now my duty to bring my dad in," he declared.

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the four of us truly speechless.

Yup. This wasn't how we intended to spend our first year in the slightest. At least we have cookies...fuck. That's a Zeus thing to say. Or is it Zackery?

Fuck...

TO BE CONTINUED.

COMING SOON- AUG 3RD, 2019:

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Here’s a sneak peek of Academy For The Fallen- Book 1 in Underworld Academy:

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ACADEMY OF THE FALLEN BLURB

I lived, fought, and died in the battle between good and evil.

But not as a hero…

After falling in battle, Lilith, known as Queen Merciless to foe and friend alike, expects to wake up in the toasty halls of hell —not the depths of the Underworld as a candidate for entry into the Academy for the Fallen.

Confused, she assumes it’s either a misunderstanding or someone’s idea of a joke. Forced to prove her strength with three challenging tests, Lilith is determined to dominate, showing she has no need for more schooling.

She’s no damsel needing protection or rescue.

Stuck with a former angel on the outs with God, a hellhound with a dangerous secret, and a trickster shapeshifter posing as the previous King of the Afterlife, Lilith thinks they should change the school’s name to Academy for Psychos.

Her opinion only strengthens when she meets the dastardly sexy headmaster.

There are no math classes. No one cares what books you read. And the only chemistry that matters is deadly.

Academy for the Fallen has no use for the weak and pure. Its purpose is to train an elite force of the evilest, blood driven souls to keep the Damned from escaping Satan’s grasp and unleashing hell on Earth.

Time for Lilith to dust off her crown and fight alongside the irresistible dark trio determined to win her affection.

There’s a new war to wage — the battle between evil and evil — and no one is a badder bitch than Queen Merciless.

PROLOGUE: THE QUEEN HAS FALLEN

"Queen Merciless. We've lost our final line of defense. I believe this may be the end," my humble servant announced, bowing her head. "I will do as you ask of me."

The delicate smile that formed on my lips would be my last. These precious remaining moments of my life would either carry me to the pits of hell or to the halls of Valhalla, if I was deemed worthy to enter its sacred walls.

Queen Merciless was my title, the rank given to me long ago and what I continued to go by, even at the brink of defeat.

I knew my strength, and with the approaching army that roared beneath the high pillar I stood upon, it was only a matter of time until I, too, joined my fallen angels, both men and women.

They had stood proudly when I told them this was our final fight.

We were the villains, the evil that good did its best to consume and annihilate from the lands. They may have been winning, but I was confident in my wild card.

I was confident that the final strike would take them all with me.

To be a villain was challenging, giving even my heartless soul a bit of doubt.

The decision to live or to fall tugged at my mind as I reminisced on what could have been if I'd been good.

Did I regret turning to the dark side? Never.

The people who called themselves good held secrets of their own. They were good on the surface, but what they had done to me and those whom I once called family was unforgivable. It drove my once-pure, loyal mind to the brink of