All Chapters of THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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152 - The Fall

Sarah Hensley was dead.The news spread like wildfire through Thornecrest Academy before the first breakfast bell even rang.By the time the bell tower tolled six, a low, metallic echo pulsing across the campus like a war drum, everyone knew. They whispered it in hushed voices between ivy-laced columns. Murmured it over half-buttered toast. Typed it into anonymous message boards with trembling fingers and bloodshot eyes.She had fallen from the astronomy tower in the early hours of Sunday morning, the very day students were returning.No one saw her fall.No one saw her climb.And yet, at exactly 4:12 AM, her body was found sprawled across the cold stone courtyard—limbs bent at impossible angles, her once-perfect braid half-unraveled beneath her head, and the back of her skull cracked open like a dropped porcelain doll.They said her eyes were still open. One glassy, one crushed. Staring up at the tower as though still trying to understand how it had betrayed her.The administration

Last Updated : 2025-07-05

153 - Stolen Crowns

Hannah wasn’t supposed to feel this way. This was just a game— A mission— A calculated plan to infiltrate House Six. She had drawn the blueprint in her mind months ago. Observed every connection. Memorized the way power moved through Thornecrest like a current pulsing in dark corners, whispered through backrooms, passed like blood from heir to heir. Her role was clear: charm, infiltrate, destroy from within. But every time she got close to Fiero Avancii, something inside her misfired. Every time he looked at her with those unreadable eyes—cold steel at first glance, but something ancient simmered just beneath. Every time he spoke in that soft, detached voice that somehow carried more weight than a shout— Every time his presence filled a room like smoke… She felt it. The pull. The danger. And worst of all— The thrill. It wasn’t supposed to thrill her. It was supposed to scare her. Remind her to keep her distance. Remind her what boys like him represented: dynasties built

Last Updated : 2025-07-05

154 - The Quiet Game

Moses DeSantis rarely spoke.But when he did, people listened.Not just because of the quiet weight of his words—but because he didn’t waste them. He didn’t wield language like the rest of House Six: sharp, elaborate, often cruel. He used it like a scalpel. Precise. Final.The night air hummed with quiet tension as he leaned against the common room wall, arms crossed over his chest, one boot braced casually against the dark wood paneling. His pale shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, exposing a faint bruise along his forearm—evidence of the last sparring match that hadn’t gone entirely his way.He was watching Fiero wrap his bruised knuckles with slow, mechanical care."You know she's playing a game, right?"Fiero didn’t look up.The room smelled faintly of leather and antiseptic. Shadows from the wall sconces danced along the floor, flickering across the edge of the marble fireplace and the blood-red crest above it—House Six’s seal, stitched into velvet like a warning.Moses

Last Updated : 2025-07-06

155 - The Beginning Of The End

Hannah was running out of time.It was Thursday, and she still had nothing on House Six. No leverage, no weak spots, no hidden truths to exploit. If she didn’t bring something valuable to House Elect by the end of the week, they wouldn’t let her in.And if they didn’t let her in?She’d stay exactly where she was—irrelevant. Peripheral. A shadow in a school that ran on legacies and secrets, and she had neither.So, she made a move.The academy halls were nearly empty this late at night, the dim golden light casting long shadows against the marble floors. Every sound echoed, even the whisper of her boots over the polished stone. The place had a kind of haunted calm—the kind that made you wonder what ghosts were listening.Fiero was alone, fresh from a late training session. His hoodie hung over one shoulder, a faint sheen of sweat still clinging to the curve of his neck. His breathing was steady but deep, like someone who’d just come off the battlefield but hadn’t quite put down the

Last Updated : 2025-07-06

156 - The Cost Of Cowardice

The night in House Six’s common room was ordinary.For now.The overhead lights were dimmed to a soft amber, throwing long shadows over the rich velvet furniture and polished wooden floors. Somewhere in the rafters, the heating pipes hissed quietly, and the scent of black tea and old books clung to the space like a memory. Every breath of air felt thick with things unsaid.Miriam sat cross-legged on the emerald velvet couch, her dark leggings covered in lint, her fingers flying across her tablet screen. Her oversized glasses glinted with data feeds, her mouth slightly pursed in concentration. She was running background checks on every male student at Thornecrest—again.Next to her, Samuel lay draped across the couch like a lazy prince in exile. His head rested in her lap, one arm flung dramatically off the side, the other curled behind his head. He shifted every so often, trying to get closer, nuzzling into

Last Updated : 2025-07-07

157 - Pest

The campus was quiet, bathed in the molten gold of a late Thornecrest sunset.Light spilled across the walkways in long shadows, pooling in corners and stretching between gothic arches like melted amber. Students lounged in their dorms, wrapped in the rare peace of a Saturday afternoon—laughter low, music muffled, doors cracked open just enough for gossip to slither through.But in House Six’s common room, peace was extinct.Tension had unpacked its bags.Moses sat rigid on the armrest of the velvet couch, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching Fiero like he might throttle him. Fiero leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees, rubbing the bridge of his nose like he could erase the headache building behind his eyes.Across the floor, Samuel lay on his back, casually flipping a throwing knife between his fingers. Every so often, the blade twitched toward his palm.No one told him to stop.“You’re an idiot,” Moses said, voice low but sharp enough to cut tile.Samuel didn’t miss a

Last Updated : 2025-07-07

158 - The Matchstick Girl

It was past 11 at night, and the academy had begun to settle into a restless, uneasy sleep.The moonlight filtered through arched windows like liquid silver, casting fractured reflections across the old stone floors. Shadows clung to the corners of the hallway, stretching like fingers—soft and sinister. Every so often, the lamplight would sputter, flickering just enough to make the silence feel alive.Most students were tucked away in their dorms, hiding beneath duvets, secrets, and stolen whispers. Some drifted into uneasy dreams, others feigned slumber, headphones tucked under pillows as they scrolled through forbidden messages. But not House Six.House Six never slept when the academy did.Hannah Miller wasn’t supposed to be here.And yet, here she was—standing in front of the thick, iron-braced doors of Dorm Six like a lamb on the edge of a wolf’s den. Her hands were clammy, her spine rigid. But her eyes? Steady. She’d rehearsed this a dozen times in her head. She’d counted he

Last Updated : 2025-07-08

159 - Keys To The Kingdom

The academy was silent, save for the occasional rustle of wind slipping through the trees and the distant, throaty hoot of an owl perched somewhere beyond the ivy-wrapped walls. Thornecrest held its breath, cloaked in moonlight and secrets.It was 11:37 PM when House Six slipped from their dorm like shadows shedding skin.Their movements were silent, measured, and deliberate—each step coordinated as if the night had bowed and handed them the reins. No creaking floorboards. No whispered words. Just the soft hush of breath and the faint rustle of fabric against flesh.They moved like they owned the night.Because they did.Five minutes earlier, Miriam had cracked into House Elect’s security network. She hadn't even looked up from her tablet when she spoke, voice low and controlled. “Cameras looped. Took two backdoors and a blind spot in the firewall. One-hour window before the system pings the anomaly.”That was all Fiero needed.He gave a subtle nod and turned, leading them down the

Last Updated : 2025-07-08

160 - Bonding, Apparently

It started with a missing hoodie—not just any hoodie, but Fiero’s hoodie. It was the black one he wore every night. Oversized. Sleeves frayed. No one asked why but everyone in House Six knew better than to touch it.So when it disappeared, everyone immediately assumed one thing: someone was about to die.Miriam was the first to notice Fiero’s agitation. He wasn’t loud about it. Fiero was never loud but his eyes had been narrower than usual, his movements sharper. She saw him check the couch, his desk, even the common room. The search was slow, methodical, almost detached. But Miriam knew Fiero well enough to recognize the tension under the surface.Eventually, she asked, "Did someone touch your hoodie?"Fiero’s gaze snapped to her. "It’s missing."That was all it took.House Six snapped into mission mode like it was their job.Miriam pulled up her tablet, fingers flying as she hacked into the dorm’s internal security system, skimming through footage from the past 48 hours.Moses le

Last Updated : 2025-07-09

161 - Inferno Below

Rumors had a way of sprouting fangs at Thornecrest Academy. Some nipped playfully. Others—like tonight’s went full‑venom, racing through dorms, study halls, and the dusty corners of group chats in less than an afternoon. House Six was throwing a party. Not a meeting. Not a prank. An honest‑to‑gods party. And House Six—Thornecrest’s resident pack of “don’t‑look‑at‑me” misfits had never thrown anything bigger than a sidelong glare. So at first, no one believed it. Then the invitations appeared. Black‑and‑gold cards slipped into textbook spines, balanced on lunch trays, stuffed inside lab goggles. Each bore the three‑headed wolf crest, the number 10:30 PM, and absolutely nothing else. That silence was the hook: no dress code, no RSVP, no hints. Just a time and the wolf, daring every eye that saw it. By dinner, the cafeteria buzzed louder than the soda machines. The chosen clutched their envelopes like lottery tickets. The envelope‑less pretended not to care (while frantically c

Last Updated : 2025-07-10

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