Cursed Academy (Year One) by Holly Hook
English | 2019 | Young adult | ePUB | 326 Kb
Cursed Academy : Giselle Bowman never thought she’d be descended from a Greek god…or a monster.
Klutzes and small-town girls don’t get taken to Olympian Academy to learn to hone their godlike powers. But when Giselle accidentally summons a void that almost eats her friend, it’s done. Except she doesn’t get sorted into Olympian, but to Cursed Academy, where the descendants of dark gods and the monsters from Greek mythology learn to serve their betters.
And that’s just the start. Giselle 1.) has a new type of magic never seen before and 2.) gets to deal with an epic jerk, Ronin, from Olympian Academy next door. He’s a descendant of Zeus, totally hot, and very out of her league.
Giselle quickly learns her void-summoning powers aren’t normal and that an unknown enemy–perhaps someone in Cursed Academy already–seeks to use her for a plan so vile, it threatens the gods and the modern world. With nowhere else to turn, Giselle must seek help from Ronin, who might have a clue on what she is. If only he’d stop making fun of her every time she trips over her shoelaces.
Is Giselle ready to learn the terrifying truth about herself and her powers?
“Randy!” I whirled to face him, pulling out of his grasp. Randy forced a grin as he stuffed his hands in his permanently grass-stained jeans. He worked in his parents’ landscaping business whenever he wasn’t in school and he was going to landscape until the day he died, damn it. Besides art, it was his favorite conversation topic. We’d gone out to school dances a couple of times and he even kissed me at the last one. His lips felt like rubber.
“What you hanging out with this guy for?” he asked, butting me playfully with his chest. A few grass clippings hugged his plaid shirt.
Behind Randy, the messenger stayed silent. He watched my friend with intent and I could no longer read his expression.
“He was just standing here?” I said, which was the truth.
Randy snorted. “Well, he’s in the wrong school. Come on. We’re late.” He nudged me with his chest again. As he did, I felt all his muscles tensing.
“Randy!” His words crushed what little hope I had of getting out of this town. But he was right. The oracle who sent him must have made an error. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know my parents and the mystery always beckoned. And not being the chosen wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Not everyone with magic came from the gods. Some came from the ancient monsters. And Cursed Academy existed to take them.”