Kiss the witch hunter

Name: Kiss the witch hunter
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Akira Vance, a sharp-witted orphan raised in the austere halls of Blackthorn Orphanage, has spent her life fighting for every opportunity. When she earns a scholarship to Blackthorn Academy, one of the most prestigious schools in the country, she sees it as her chance to escape her past and forge a brighter future. But Blackthorn Academy is a world of old money, dark secrets, and unspoken rules. There, she crosses paths with Kyler Vanthorne, the arrogant yet enigmatic heir to the Vanthorne dynasty-a family of powerful witch hunters who secretly control the school's hidden occult society. Kyler's parents, Lucian and Seraphina Vanthorne, are not just wealthy elites; they are high-ranking members of The Obsidian Circle, a secret order that hunts supernatural beings-including the very witches Akira unknowingly descends from. When Akira begins exhibiting strange, uncontrollable abilities, she realizes that her admission to Blackthorn was no accident. Drawn into a deadly game of magic and deception, she must ally with Kyler-who is torn between his family's legacy and his growing feelings for her-to uncover the truth about her origins. As dark forces close in, Akira must decide: will she hide from the power within her, or embrace it and risk everything-including the boy who was meant to destroy her?

R18+ Myth Fantasy Secret relationship

Chapter 3 The invitation

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Chapter 1 The offer

**Blackthorn Orphanage – Midnight**

The orphanage always smelled like damp stone and regret.

Akira Vance pressed her back against the attic's slanted wall, her knees drawn to her chest. The acceptance letter trembled in her hands.

**BLACKTHORN ACADEMY** glimmered in raised ink under the flicker of her stolen candle.

*Full scholarship. Room and board. Effective immediately.*

Her throat tightened.

Eighteen years in this rotting house of whispers, and now-*freedom*.

But nothing good came free. Not here.

A floorboard groaned.

She shoved the letter beneath her mattress just as the door creaked open. Sister Marguerite stood in the threshold, her silhouette too tall, her shadow too long.

"You're awake." The nun's voice was a serrated thing.

Akira schooled her face into emptiness. "Nightmares."

Sister Marguerite stepped inside. The air thickened, the way it did before a storm. "Funny. The headmaster called tonight." Her bone-thin fingers brushed the mattress. "Said they've *never* offered a scholarship to an orphan."

Akira's pulse hammered.

A shriek tore through the halls below-not human, not animal. Something *hungry*.

The nun smiled. "Best pack, girl. The dark things are restless tonight."

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**Blackthorn Academy – One Week Later**

The gates were iron and arrogance, twisted into thorned vines.

Akira gripped her single suitcase, her new uniform scratchy against her skin. The academy loomed ahead-a cathedral of secrets, its spires clawing at the bruised twilight sky.

*Her future.*

"You."

A hand clamped around her wrist. Cold. Certain.

She turned.

The boy was carved from privilege and poison. Golden hair, eyes like frozen mercury, a smirk that promised cruelty. His blazer bore the same crest as her letter-except his was edged in silver.

*Heir. Vanthorne.*

She yanked free. "Do you always grab strangers?"

"Only the ones who don't belong." His gaze raked over her-the secondhand shoes, the too-sharp collarbones. "Kyler Vanthorne. And you're the orphan they let in for *pity*."

Wind lashed between them. The lanterns lining the path guttered.

Akira clenched her fists.

The bulbs exploded.

Glass rained down. Kyler didn't flinch. Instead, he stepped closer, his voice a whisper against her ear:

"Interesting."

Her breath hitched.

He knew.

And the way he looked at her-like she was a riddle he'd waited years to solve-made her wonder if this was salvation.

Or a sacrifice.