Okay so we live in a world where there are 9 sectors : the lowest is earth element then water then wind then fire after that there are vampires and alchemists with majic who are the same level then the most powerfull are enchantress and dragons (who take

The auditorium buzzes with energy as I sit in the front row, flanked by my fellow dragons. I have grown accustomed to the attention, but today feels different. The moment her name, Violet, echoes across the room, my heart skips a beat, and an unfamiliar sensation flares within me. I glance sideways, noting the looks my friends shoot me, quizzical and slightly teasing. They can sense the change, even if I don’t fully understand it. Violet steps away from the podium, her blonde hair shimmering under the grand chandeliers, her pink eyes glinting like rubies. There’s an undeniable pull, a warmth that washes over me, igniting instincts I thought I had mastered. Possessiveness. Attraction. The air feels electric, as if the universe has conspired to bring her into my orbit. I keep my expression neutral, a mask of indifference. Vulnerability is not a trait I can afford, especially not in front of my peers. As she approaches the benches, I notice the whispers that follow her, the admiration in their voices. They can’t help but notice—she is stunning, and undeniably powerful, a combination that draws attention like moths to a flame. I can feel the eyes of my friends upon me, the sly smirks as they gauge my reaction. I’m supposed to be above all this, detached from the social dynamics that rule the academy. But Violet disrupts that equilibrium in an instant. “Xaden! Did you just see her? She’s incredible!” one of my friends nudges me, breaking my trance. I turn to him, sharpness in my gaze. “Focus, Darius.” “Come on, don’t be such a buzzkill. She’s perfect for you,” he replies, elbowing me playfully. I can’t shake the intensity of my gaze from Violet. Something stirs deep within—the mark of a fated mate. I stare at her wrist, instinctively searching for any sign of the mark that binds us. But it is too early. The bond won’t break until we share that fated kiss, and the notion unsettles me. What if she doesn’t feel the same pull? What if she’s not ready for the intensity that comes with being my mate? As she takes a seat, the chatter gradually fades, but I can still see the excitement in her eyes. She settles down, her presence radiating confidence, yet there’s a hint of uncertainty that lingers behind her smile. I know that look all too well. I will have to help guide her through the maze of Blackwood Academy, the pressures and trials that await. Protectiveness surges within me, and I struggle to contain it. The headmaster begins to address the students, but my focus remains solely on Violet, her vibrant energy drawing me in like a moth to a flame. The thoughts swirl in my mind—what’s next? How do I approach her? As the assembly continues, I plan my next move with care. This will be my year of dominance—not just as a dragon but as a protector. And if I have to claim my mate in the process, then so be it. I keep stealing glances her way, hoping that our eyes will meet again and that she will be able to sense the connection as I do. But the challenge of Blackwood Academy has only just begun.