by Katie May
ROARING
PRODIGIUM ACADEMY BOOK TWO
KATIE MAY
EXPRESSO PUBLISHING, LLC
Copyright © 2020 by Katie May
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover Design by Logan Keys
Editing by Expresso Publishing
Proofreading by Meghan Leigh Daigle with Bookish Dreams Editing
To the hot Amazon driver who witnessed me licking chocolate from my phone like a lollipop and didn’t run screaming. You the real MVP
CONTENTS
Foreword
RECAP
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Katie May
FOREWORD
This is a paranormal academy reverse harem romance and is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. There is strong language and sexual situations. Like, a lot of sex. Do not read this book if that offends you. Seriously, don’t. Stop right here. You have been warned.
RECAP
Previously on Prodigium Academy…
Violet Dracula, the daughter of Vladimir Dracula, is sent to Prodigium Academy to learn how to be a perfect monster. She’s extremely clumsy and kind-hearted, all of the qualities that others look down upon in the monster world.
While at the academy, she meets Frankie, the son of Frankenstein, who is a mad scientist with a lab beneath the school.
Mason, the son of Medusa and a known drug-addict.
Jack and Hux, two men forced to share the same body and the son (sons?) of Jekyll and Hyde.
Finally, Vin, a Van Helsing and her sworn enemy.
She also develops an attraction to Dimitri Gray, son of Dorian Gray, who is a teacher at the academy and a trained assassin.
When dead bodies show up on campus, each with bite marks on their necks, the vampires are the prime suspects in their murders, Violet especially.
During a trip to detention, Violet meets Cal and Barret, who are the Cupid and Boogeyman, respectively. Both men are forced to remain in the upper levels of the academy as punishment for their crimes, only set free on Halloween night.
The killings continue, and the suspicion around Violet grows when a lookalike of her appears at the murder scenes. It is revealed that Mikey, the son of Merlin, was selling sex dolls of Violet for profit and that one of those dolls had been used to frame her. Violet and the guys receive a list of all who had bought or used a doll, and she’s shocked to discover that her friend and roommate, Cynthia, is on the list.
When Violet confronts her, Cynthia denies it and is hurt that she has been accused.
The night of Halloween, the group attends a Halloween party at Cheryl’s house - Vin’s ex girlfriend. Violet becomes upset when she discovers Vin in Cheryl’s room, talking. As she is leaving the party, she is hit over the head and kidnapped.
The headmaster is revealed to be the kidnapper, but he admits that he didn’t murder the students. However, he truly believes that Violet is the murderer and is seeking revenge. He reveals that Frankie has been working with him this entire time, and he instructs Frankie to kill Violet. Frankie turns on the headmaster and, with the help of Dimitri who arrives, kills him.
Violet is comforted by Diedre Stevens, a kind vampire teacher, after the fight. Diedre admits that she’s the one who killed those students in an attempt to frame Violet. In her warped mind, she’s trying to gain rights for the vampires by making Violet a martyr. Diedre tells Violet that she is Dracula’s true daughter and that Violet actually isn’t Dracula’s biological kid. She also confesses that one of Violet’s men helped steal Violet’s venom from her fangs in order to frame her.
Violet uses a god-blessed dagger to kill Diedre, and Dimitri Gray helps cover up the death.
Back in her room, Frankie admits to Violet that he is her mate, but she’s still reeling from his betrayal. She decides to swear off guys and focus on herself.
Characters:
Violet Dracula - Dracula’s clumsy, eccentric daughter. She is revealed to be the mate of Frankie. Unbeknownst to her, she is also the mate to Vin, Mason, and Jack/Hux.
Vin - a Van Helsing, sworn to protect the humans from monsters (particularly vampires) at all costs. He’s originally rude and an asshole to Violet until he repents.
Mason - he son of Medusa who is addicted to Fairy Blossom, a drug. He becomes Violet’s first friend at the academy.
Frankie - a cold man who is only passionate about his work in the lab…until he meets Violet. He is the son of Frankenstein.
Hux - the alter-ego of Jack. He’s slightly psychotic and already desperately in love with Violet.
Jack - the kinder alter-ego of Hux. He is more level-headed than his brother and refuses to use swear words or resort to violence.
Dimitri Gray - a professor at the Academy and a stone-cold assassin. Violet can’t quite figure out if he’s friend or foe, but she knows she has an attraction to him.
Cal - otherwise known as Cupid. He survives off of sex and lust. He is currently in a relationship with Barret.
Barret - otherwise known as the Boogeyman. He’s forced to remain in the upper level of the school for a crime he committed. He’s currently in a relationship with Cal.
Cheryl - Vin’s ex girlfriend who’s desperate to get him back. She cheated on him with Mason which broke off their relationship. She is the daughter of the Loch Ness Monster.
Vanessa - Vin’s twin sister and a fellow hunter. Violet declares her as her designated best friend soon after meeting.
Cynthia - Violet’s roommate who is a banshee and the Woman in White. Their friendship falls apart when Violet accuses her of murder.
Mikey - Merlin’s son who created sex dolls of Violet. He is killed by Diedre.
Headmaster Lupine - the previous headmaster who blamed Violet for the murders. Now dead.
Diedre Stevens - a vampire teacher at the school who committed the murders in order to frame Violet. Revealed herself to be Violet’s “sister.” Now dead.
Dracula - Violet’s father and the leader of the vampires. He is the most hated and feared monster in the entire world.
CHAPTER 1
VIOLET
Have you ever been kicked in the dick before?
Well, if y
ou answered no…same.
I’ve cut off dicks on more than one occasion, but I can’t say I’ve ever been kicked there before. Granted, I don’t have a penis, but I imagine it’d be pretty damn painful. Movies show men keeling over in pain, anguished gasps escaping their lips. Is it the equivalent of a boob punch? I have been punched there before…and then the girl died choking on cock. Not my cock—we’ve already established that I don’t have one—but the cock of Cupid.
Long story.
Discovering that my dad may not be my dad and that I might not even be a vampire is my boob-punch-slash-dick-kick.
Dracula isn’t the stereotypical, warm and fuzzy type of parent. He’s more likely to stab me in the chest and snap my neck than give me a hug. He’s a monster through and through. But he’s my monster. He’s the man who raised me, cared for me in a way only he’s capable of. The thought that he may have lied to me my entire life is shocking, unnerving, but not at all surprising. It’s sort of like I’ve been treading water for hours on end and a particularly ferocious wave pulls me under. I’m not expecting or wanting death, but I can’t say I’m too surprised.
I glare at the laminated menu, thousands of thoughts clamoring for attention in my mind. It becomes increasingly difficult for me to pick and focus on only one.
The restaurant Dad has chosen for dinner is an elegant steakhouse a few miles from the Academy. Flames from hanging chandeliers illuminate the room in a soft, golden glow. Each of the waitstaff is bedecked in black pressed pants and button-up shirts.
“Are we still waiting for one more?” a soft voice inquires, and I lift my head to gaze at the waiter. He’s a handsome man with dark skin and even darker hair, plush red lips, and broad shoulders. The uniform sticks to his broad chest, accentuating his lean muscles. Two black earrings are plugged in his right ear, and tattoos line his muscular arms where the sleeves are pushed up.
“He should be here,” I insist…for the fifteenth time in the last two hours. Dad is running…errr…a little late.
The handsome waiter—Morgan, his name tag reads—smiles sympathetically.
“Another round of bread?” He nods to the empty plate in front of me.
“And a little more of the good stuff…” I wiggle my empty wine glass. “And I don’t mean cum. I swore off cock on Halloween.”
Morgan sputters, cheeks tinting pink, but nods quickly and takes my glass and empty bread bowl. I can’t technically get drunk. The perks of being a vampire, I suppose. Well…not a vampire.
I don’t know if I believe my sadistic, murderous teacher and half-sister. Diedre Stevens attempted to kill me in a futile attempt to create discord between the vampires and other species. Honestly? It worked. Most of the monsters at the Academy haven’t been able to make eye contact with me, the disdain thickening the air like syrup. Two vampires have already transferred schools due to the bullying and murder attempts.
It’s a real problem, guys.
It’s been a week since Halloween, and things have been…weird. I’ve been able to avoid my new guy friends for now, but I know my luck is going to run out. Hux, for one, is getting agitated, and Jack is anxious. Mason is confused, and I’m pretty sure Vin is annoyed.
And Frankie…
I brush his name beneath the proverbial rug, knowing that I don’t have the mental or emotional strength to think about him and his confession. Nope. Not today, Satan.
Today, I’m going to enjoy a nice dinner with my invisible, absentee father.
Winning.
Morgan returns with my now full wine glass and another loaf of bread. At first, he was surprised by how much I could eat. Namely, three loaves. I think by this point, he has just accepted me, flaws and all.
As I trace the rim of my cup, I ask absently, “Why do men suck?”
“Excuse me?” He lifts a pierced brow.
“And not the normal type of suck. Honestly, you don’t even understand the comedic timing of that sentence. I can assure you, it’s funny. But yeah, men suck. Dads suck. Guy friends suck. Boyfriends suck. And I, unfortunately, am unable to suck. I’m talking about cocks.”
Morgan surprises the shit out of me by sitting across from me in the black leather booth.
“Guy trouble?” he asks, nose scrunching in distaste.
My eyes practically get stuck in the back of my head with how hard I roll them.
“Understatement of the century.” I blow out a breath, stirring my golden hair. He purses his lips and taps a finger against his stubbled chin.
“Want to talk about it?”
A normal person would probably hear his words for what they are—an empty offer. But I suppose I’m desperate and needy.
Downing the rest of my drink, I place my elbows on the table and lean forward. “So there’s this guy…or a couple. And we’re friends.”
“You and these guys?” Morgan asks for clarification.
“Yes. Besties. We had matching Halloween costumes and everything.” My lips curl into a smile when I think about Vin in his Velma outfit—complete with the skirt and brown wig. “But then, one of them betrayed me…well, I thought he betrayed me. Apparently, he never had any intention to kill me. Who knew? And the second guy—Vin—I found him in a bedroom with another girl. He wasn’t doing anything with her, to be honest. Actually, he pretty much told her to fuck off, but he hasn’t talked to me since then. Does he hate me? Does he still have feelings for her? And don’t even get me started on the third. I swear it feels like there are two of them…probably because he has a split personality. And no, I’m not exaggerating.”
The poor human has his mouth propped open, eyes glazed. I pat his hand softly.
“Keep up, pretty boy. It ain’t rocket science.”
“So are you dating any of these guys?” Morgan asks, lifting a brow.
I release another heavy sigh. “Not technically.”
Though Frankie did admit to me that he was my mate.
Some monsters have mates—the person you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with. I haven’t heard any cases of vampires receiving a soulmate, but that could be because vampires are technically dead and don’t have souls. Or maybe that’s gingers. I can’t really remember.
I can’t deny that there’s a spark between us, an undeniable pull. From the first moment I saw him, I was attracted to his stoic front and analytical mind. He isn’t as bulky or muscular as the other guys, but there’s no denying he’s handsome. Beautiful. He makes my heart pitter-patter like a thousand butterflies have been released. The chemistry between us is nearly explosive—ironic, considering he’s the epitome of “mad scientist.” As the son of Frankenstein—the experiment of Frankenstein—he sort of has to be.
There’s still so much I don’t know about him, but my feelings are too raw for me to ask. I don’t trust myself when I’m around him.
“Okay, look, I’m not going to pretend I understood all of that,” Morgan begins slowly, placatingly. “I probably didn’t catch ninety-nine percent of it. However, my only advice would be to communicate. Talk to them. Be vulnerable.” He flashes me a sheepish smile. “They’re probably thanking their lucky stars that they have a woman as funny and beautiful as you.”
Awww. That’s sweet…and kind of creepy. I’m a psychopathic murderer.
Nobody should be happy to have me in their life.
“Now, what did you say about your dad?” Morgan picks up a piece of bread and shoves it in his mouth, his expression thoughtful as he chews.
“My dad…” I trail off as I check my phone for the millionth time. A new text message from Papa himself flashes on the screen, sent five minutes ago.
Dad (Dracula) (Papa Bear) (Psychotic Murderer): somethin cane up. Cant make it.
Hasn’t that man ever heard of grammar? Or apostrophes? Or basic spelling?
Honestly, people who don’t take the time to text correctly are dead to me. Dead. I will just not respond.
With a huff, I shove my phone back down on the table and scowl.
“My dad is an asshole who constantly cancels on me,” I snarl.
He winces. “Yeah, I feel that. I don’t get along with my parents either. My mom, actually.”
That makes me perk up like the twisted bitch I know myself to be. “Is she an asshole too?”
“She wants me to get into the family business.” He shrugs, muscles flexing.
“And what do you want to do?”
“Obviously, be a waiter for the rest of my life,” he teases. “But in all seriousness, I don’t know what I want to do. At all. Finish college. Maybe develop a skill or trade.”
“Do it. Be your own person. Follow your dreams… I’m pretty sure I read that one on the bottom of a Snapple cap.” With another sigh, I press my palms onto the wooden table and slide out. “I can take the check now. Obviously, my parental figure isn’t showing up.” I feel my lips twist and distort hideously.
“It’s on the house,” Morgan counters immediately.
“On the house?”
“You had a shitty enough day. Seriously. Tab’s on the house.” He offers me a warm smile, two dimples appearing on both cheeks. I feel myself instinctively smile back.
“Well, thank you, Morgan. This was actually a nice conversation. I don’t want to kill you or anything.” I extend my hand for him to shake, and he grabs it with both of his.
“Thank you for trusting me. Will I…” He clears his throat and moves to stand, shuffling uneasily from foot to foot. “Will I see you again?”
I smile slightly. “Goodnight, Morgan.”
Grabbing my purse from the booth, I flick my fingers in a semblance of a wave and hurry outside. It’s dark, nearly ten o’clock, and a chilly wind causes goosebumps to pimple on my skin. Soon, it’ll begin to snow.
I’m halfway to my car when my phone begins ringing. Irritated, I don’t bother checking the number before I answer it.
“What?” I snap, fully expecting it to be my father on the other line apologizing profusely.
“Hello to you too, Pinkie.” Mason chuckles, and my spirits instantly lift. His enthusiasm for life is infectious. Whenever he smiles, I can feel my own traitorous lips curve up as well. Though, I can’t technically see him smile on the phone. For all I know, his face is impassive as he laughs.