[ BOOK THREE ]
Ryan Mikaelson has spent his entire life hearing stories about his family and their past. The infamous Original family. The villains of the supernatural world. His world. But now, it's his turn to make his own mark.
Now a student at...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
There's Always a Loophole
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RYAN STAYED on high alert as he crept through the halls of the school. The two boys decided to split up to cover more ground. MG would get himself "caught" in order to spread the word through the Grand Hall about their plan. At the same time, Ryan would try to find his mother and take out as many Triad agents as he could.
An eerie silence encased the corridors. Ryan tightened his grip on the dagger he ripped from the man's shoulder in the transitional cells, ready to send it into another unsuspecting person. He promised MG that he would try his best not to kill anyone, but that all depended on how the agents reacted. If they shot at him, he would protect himself. A better reason why Ryan needed to find his mother. Raylynn would not hesitate to fry the agents alive.
Ryan froze when he heard footsteps down the hall. Voices came after. Ryan looked around for somewhere to hide, but he found himself in a corridor with no doors or alcoves. Great. He braced as two men rounded the corner, their Triad emblems on display.
"Hey!" one of them shouted when he saw Ryan. "What're you doing out here?"
Both of them rushed toward him. Ryan raised his dagger and went to throw it, but he stopped when something whizzed over his head. The action would have made him drop to the floor, if he did not see the arrows attached themselves into the men's chests. They let out shrill yells, before they sunk to the ground without another sound.
Ryan spun on his heel to see his mother lower her bow. Her expression far from pleased.
"I'm beginning to see why you hate these guys," Raylynn exclaimed as she strode toward her son.
Ryan released a huff and dropped his arm to his side. "Tell me about it. Although, could you reframe from killing anymore of them? We're trying to come out of this as the good guys."
Raylynn's brows creased, stopping in front of the boy. "I didn't kill them. Just stunned them a bit." She grabbed one of the arrows from her quiver and showed her son the dulled pointed. "Training arrows with a little twist." She tapped it against her bow, forcing the end to ignite in blue sparks.
Ryan blinked. "You spelled the arrows?" The realization dawned on him. "Wait, how are those still working? We don't have any magic."
Raylynn shrugged and put the arrow back into her quiver. "I have no idea. Maybe it's because they contain magic, not emit magic. Anyway, we need to take these bitches down. Where's Hope?" she questioned, shifting her gaze around the hall when she did not see the teenage girl.
