GEORGE'S POV
Fresh air.
Lovely view.
Beauties screaming my name. What more could I ask for?
You're probably wondering who I am.
I'm George De Relro—the one and only son of Rachel and Leonard De Relro.
Never heard of them? Me neither. Hehe
Just kidding. But seriously, not many people know about them. You'll find out soon. Don't want to spoil the fun.
Oh, and yes—I said beauties screaming my name.
Guess what? I'm famous.
Not your usual celebrity, though. Here in Country H, a place obsessed with culture… don't let the skyscrapers fool you. People would walk naked if it weren't illegal.
Long ago, waaaaay back, King Damian—the first ruler of Dilg Kingdom aka Kingdom H…
Yeah, the name sucks. Suck it up.
…decided humans needed protection from… you guessed it, the supernatural.
The wall between our worlds had been broken.
How? Don't ask. You'll find out later.
He created an academy to train humans in the best—and worst—ways possible.
Some humans got supernatural powers through experiments gone wrong.
Those who didn't? Amulets called Moonstones gave them abilities.
The academy produces what's called the Special Force, divided into three tiers:
Junior Special Force – that's me, Captain of my team.
Higher Special Force – college-level, training humans and supernaturals alike.
Post-Military – vampires, werewolves, and other top-tier beings. Yeah… above the military. Name says it all
The Junior Special Force has subdivisions too. I'll explain that later.
Right now, I'm driving back from a mission, my team following. Hence the screaming fans.
We're known for:
Ruthlessness
Coldness
Teamwork
Occasional stupidity
Yes, I said it. No shame.
There are seven of us:
Donald – bestie, right-hand man, real celebrity, 18
Albert – left-hand man, science genius (freak hehe), 18
Zoé – brutal, don't upset her, 17
Fiona – medic, mom of the group, 17
Nathan – quiet strategist, 19
Lily – baby of the team, sweetest, 16
…and me, George, 17, captain of the Furious Seven, aka Team 5.
Go ahead. Judge the name
Arrival at Academy
The streets blurred past, fans screaming at every car as we drove onto the academy grounds.
The cars stopped. Silence fell. Then the doors opened—and chaos erupted again.
I led the way.
Sky-blue hair streaked with red, expressionless face, cold eyes scanning the crowd. Every eye was on me.
Donald followed, masked but instantly recognized. Dark blue hair to his waist, sharp eyes tracking every fan.
Albert barely looked up from his tablet, messy blonde hair, waving lightly.
Zoé's short black hair and piercings screamed danger. Fans noticed anyway—danger always gets attention.
Fiona walked beside Lily, who clung happily to her arm, sparkling brown eyes lighting up at every fan.
Nathan followed silently, dark hair framing slightly gray eyes, a small mole near his ear catching the light.
Seven of us. Seven storms of power, reputation, and personality.
And as we entered the academy, one thought hit me:
"Something tells me today won't be boring."