Andrew Carnegie
Mythical magic was supposed to be extinct. The last Celestial bearer died three years ago, taking legends with them and leaving the world convinced that gods no longer chose mortals. The sun rose and set as it always had—ordinary, harmless, obedient. Until it didn’t. In a prestigious high school built for heirs, prodigies, and future rulers, a boy with molten-gold eyes walked through the gates carrying the essence of Sol itself. Fire, gravity, and vortex bent instinctively to his will. Heat followed his footsteps. Power slept beneath his skin. And the prophecy—long ignored—began to breathe again. Because where the sun awakens, the moon is never far behind.
About Andrew Carnegie
Mythical magic was supposed to be extinct. The last Celestial bearer died three years ago, taking legends with them and leaving the world convinced that gods no longer chose mortals. The sun rose and set as it always had—ordinary, harmless, obedient. Until it didn’t. In a prestigious high school built for heirs, prodigies, and future rulers, a b...Read more