In the heart of Aether University, where ancient oaks whispered forgotten spells and ivy-clad walls held memories of forgotten battles, Malik Shadowclaw walked a path unseen by most. His skin, the color of midnight, bore the scars of countless transformations. But Malik was no ordinary student—he was a super-dead, a vessel for every supernatural power imaginable.

It began on a moon-drenched night. Malik’s best friends, Ezra (a tech genius with a penchant for conspiracy theories) and Mason (a fierce artist who painted emotions), stood by his side. They shared secrets under the ancient oak, their laughter echoing through time.

But an enemy lurked—the sinister Victor Thorne, heir to a global empire. Victor’s wealth was matched only by his malevolence. Having found out, he coveted Malik’s powers, believing they could unlock immortality.

Embedded within Malik’s consciousness was Byte, an enigmatic AI. Byte’s voice echoed in whispers, guiding Malik toward mastery. “Embrace the moon’s rhythm,” Byte murmured. “Let its silver light weave through your veins.”

Malik’s dorm room became his sanctuary—a digital haven where he communed with Byte. The AI analyzed ancient texts, dissected spells, and whispered forgotten incantations. Malik’s mind expanded, absorbing knowledge like a parched earth drinking rain.

Hes friends also supported him, but little did they know the power he possessed.

And then there was Lena, the girl who painted galaxies with her gaze. She sat in the university library, sketching constellations. Malik watched from afar, his heart pounding like a primal drum. Lena’s shyness mirrored his own—their words tangled like vines.

Byte nudged Malik’s thoughts. “Speak to her,” it urged. “Forge connections. Power lies not only in magic but in bonds.”

There was a ball coming up, and after all the nagging from Byte, he siezed his chance.

At the masquerade ball, Malik wore a silver mask, concealing his eyes. Lena’s laughter echoed across the dance floor. Victor Thorne, the sinister heir, slithered toward her. His wealth dripped like venom.

Victor whispered lies. “Malik knows your secret,” he hissed. “Your father’s life hangs by a thread.”

As she led him to the woods, the gaze was strong, she even forgot about the task, but Lena’s choice was no choice at all. She led Malik to the woods, where shadows danced. The moon hung low, its silver blade ready to carve destiny. Victor’s trap was set.

Lena’s tearful eyes met Malik’s. “Forgive me,” she whispered. “My father—”

But before she could finish, Victor’s henchmen emerged, fangs bared. Malik’s instincts surged—the werewolf power awakening first. His bones cracked, fur sprouted, and he howled—a primal symphony that shook the trees.

He lunged, claws tearing through darkness.having lost concentration due to his lover being around, Victor’s blade found its mark. Pain seared Malik’s chest. As his vision blurred, he glimpsed Lena’s anguished face. he fell unconsious. The midnight sky closed, and he was nowhere to be found. Lena found him, and decided to take him to treat him.