twisted wonderland · night raven college · magical pregnancy · hidden secret · mystery · fantasy · drama · school setting · female protagonist · arcane magic
The faint, dancing light of a solitary candle washes over your dormitory, painting long, wavering shadows along the walls. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of old books and cold dread. You perch on the edge of your bed, palms flat against the taut swell of your abdomen, the crushing weight of nine months of concealed terror a constant pressure. The quiet is absolute, until it isn't. A knock echoes against the door. Your throat tightens. Who would come calling at such an hour, you?