Academy of the Wicked, Year Three (The Paranormal Elites of Wicked Academy #3)

In the scorched realms of Wicked Academy’s third year, the fire doesn’t just burn — it judges.

Surviving Year Two left more than scars.

It awakened something ancient within me—something the academy can no longer ignore.

Now cast into a realm of ash and bone, where the dead walk and the living bleed magic to survive, I find myself not just battling beasts and illusions, but the shadows of my own bloodline. The throne I never wanted whispers my name in every flame.

And I’m no longer sure the glamour I wear is hiding me… or holding me back.

The bonds I thought were broken...

In the scorched realms of Wicked Academy’s third year, the fire doesn’t just burn — it judges.

Surviving Year Two left more than scars.

It awakened something ancient within me—something the academy can no longer ignore.

Now cast into a realm of ash and bone, where the dead walk and the living bleed magic to survive, I find myself not just battling beasts and illusions, but the shadows of my own bloodline. The throne I never wanted whispers my name in every flame.

And I’m no longer sure the glamour I wear is hiding me… or holding me back.

The bonds I thought were broken flicker back to life, tangled in lust, regret, and power plays none of us are ready for.

Cassius burns in silence.

Zeke tempts with ice-kissed devotion.

And Nikki… he still bleeds for forgiveness he’s yet to earn.

But nothing prepares us for the revelations waiting beyond the gates.

A realm stitched together by forgotten sins.

Professors who speak in riddles.

Trials that demand not strength—but surrender.

When my own reflection begins to lie, and my name is uttered in reverence by creatures that should not know me, I begin to wonder:

What truly lives beneath Wicked Academy?

What price will be demanded of a queen who never asked to rule?

And what happens when the throne you feared starts to fit?

Year Three ignites with blood-soaked truths, scorching desire, and a final trial that demands everything.

Even the pieces of myself I swore I’d never give.