The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Lyanna’s POV

There’s a certain stillness in magic that I always found comforting. It’s as if, in the moments when I delve into the mysteries of ancient spells and forgotten histories, the world outside pauses. Time, for just a breath, stops its relentless march. But today, as I pored over a crumbling, yellowed scroll in the far reaches of the vampire archives, that stillness was heavy with something darker—a name I couldn’t shake.

Sophia.

Her name haunted my thoughts as I traced the unfamiliar symbols on the parchment. Ian had allowed me to look into her lineage weeks ago, and I’d been scouring every source of magic and history I could get my hands on. At first, I’d found nothing but dead ends and scattered fragments of ancient lore, pieces of a puzzle that didn’t seem to fit. But now, as I stared at the passage before me, the pieces were starting to fall into place. And what I was uncovering chilled me to my core.

The prophecy was old—older than even the vampire council, older than the kingdom Ian now ruled. It spoke of a being born of both darkness and light, one who would have the power to unite or destroy both vampires and humans. A force of nature, one that could bring about a new age of harmony or chaos. It wasn’t just a myth. It wasn’t just legend. It was real, and Sophia was tied to it.

I sat back, my heart racing. If the Council got their hands on this…

No. I had to tell Ian before anyone else found out. The Council wouldn’t see this as anything but a threat. And I knew them well enough to predict their next move.

I stood, hastily gathering the scrolls and my notes. There wasn’t much time. If the Council learned of this, they would waste no time in trying to eliminate Sophia. But the prophecy wasn’t just about destruction—it was about potential, about change. And I knew, deep down, that Sophia could be the key to something greater than any of us could comprehend. That was it the council didn’t get to her first.

When I arrived at Ian’s castle, the sun was setting, coloring the sky in shades of deep red and gold. I hurried straight to his room and I could sense the tension before I even stepped through the door. Ian was waiting for me, his usual calm replaced with something sharper, more dangerous. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

“You found something,” he said, his eyes narrowing as soon as I entered the room.

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “It’s worse than we thought. Sophia’s lineage—it’s tied to an ancient prophecy.”

Ian’s jaw tightened, and I could see the worry etched in his features. He didn’t interrupt, just motioned for me to continue.

“There’s a prophecy that speaks of a vampire who will have the power to unite or destroy both humans and vampires. It’s vague, as prophecies often are, but from what I’ve found, it suggests that this individual is someone from an ancient bloodline—one that’s been lost to time. Sophia… she’s from that bloodline, Ian. Her powers, the ones she’s beginning to show—they’re just the beginning.”

Ian cursed under his breath, pacing the room. “The Council…”

“They’ll see her as a threat,” I finished for him. “If they learn about this prophecy, they won’t hesitate. They’ll try to kill her.”

He stopped pacing, turning to face me fully, his expression hard. “Then we don’t let them find out. Not yet. We protect her.”

I nodded, but there was a heaviness in my chest. “There’s more. I don’t know how, but I think someone on the Council already knows. There’s been too much interest in Sophia lately—too many questions, too much watching. It’s like they’re waiting for something.”