All Chapters of Academy Of Cursed Hearts : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter One Hundred Two****The silence between us became very uncomfortable.Now,Jason walks ten paces ahead. Kael lingers behind. And I? I walk alone in the hollow space between them,no longer in the center, but the emptiness.It started with Kieran’s whispers in Kael’s ear. Now it’s Veyra’s poison in Jason’s mind. And I stand helpless, watching the two pillars of my strength crumble into dust.It happened again today.I was in the courtyard when I heard the clash,shadows snapping, fire roaring, stone breaking. I ran to the training yard just in time to see Veyra step out from behind the eastern wall, her face unreadable, robes pristine, eyes sharp as scalpels.Inside the ring, Jason and Kael fought like enemies.They were not sparring, they were destroying themselves.Jason’s bindings coiled around Kael’s throat, not to restrain, but to choke. Kael’s flames didn’t just burn,they consumed, black at the edges. Blood soaked Jason’s chest. Kael’s lip was broken, his knuckles were peel

Chapter One Hundred and Four****These days, Jason and Kael always find reasons to fight or exchange bitter words.It's either about training space, stolen scrolls or staring at each other for too long. Anything at all can ignite the fire between them, and boom, they're fighting.I was strolling in the courtyard alone as usual when I heard the explosion.It wasn't metaphorical, it was actual fire.Stone cracked, runes broke. The screams were too loud.I ran so fast because I couldn't wait to see what was really happening with my own eyes.The training yard was in serious chaos.Students scattered like leaves in a storm. Professors shouted, but no one moved to intervene. They all wanted to watch.In the center, Jason and Kael tore each other apart with hateJason’s shadows weren’t bindings anymore,they were whips, lashing Kael’s skin, drawing blood with every strike. Kael’s fire wasn’t flame,it was black lightning, burning the air, melting stone, scorching Jason’s arms down to the

Chapter One Hundred and Six:****I was in my dorm after training when they came.Jason stood at the door, his face was in a shadow form, eyes deep. Behind him, was Kael, his fire burning black,curling from his palms like smoke from a dying star.“We need you Aria,” Jason said.I didn’t invite them in. “No, you don’t.” I said.“The door won’t open,” Kael said, voice raw. “We tried. Both of us. Separately and together but nothing happened.”I crossed my arms. “And you think you can succeed in making me do what I don't want to do? Interesting.”“You’re the Key,” Jason said. “You always have been and only you have the power to open the door.”I almost laughed. “Is that what Morwen told you? That I’ve been sneaking down there, stealing power, hoarding the Queen’s grace for myself?”Kael paused. “She said...”“I know what she said,” I cut in. “She told you I’m selfish. That I keep the door locked so you can’t claim what’s inside. That I used your bloodlines like tools.”Jason looked away.

Chapter One Hundred and Eight****I didn’t sleep that night, because I knew Morwen wouldn’t let it go. After she hears what I did to Veyra.She never did.Power was her religion, and I’d just desecrated her temple in front of the whole academy.Very early in the morning, a trembling first-year student came to me. I wasn’t surprised because I expected it.“Headmistress Morwen requests your presence in her chamber,” the girl whispered, not meeting my eyes.“Requests?” I asked, tying back my hair. “Or demands?”The girl stood staring. “She… she said you should come.”I smiled. Cold and sharp. “Tell her I’m already on my way.”When I got to the chamber,Veyra was already there.She sat on one of the chairs, wrapped in a silk shawl, face pale, throat still faintly marked with the ghost of my violet flame. Her eyes lifted when I entered,like she’d finally understood: she wasn’t my equal. She never was.Morwen stood by the window, back turned, fingers holding the stone sill so hard that her

Chapter One Hundred and Ten****Loneliness wasn’t new to me anymore.It had lived in my bones long before I came to the academy, long before Jason or Kael, long before Morwen’s schemes and Kieran’s poison.Back in my father’s mansion,I learned early that love was conditional, affection was transaction, and presence was a performance.I was the disappointment. The quiet girl who didn’t cry when her mother’s portrait was taken down, who didn’t move when different schools expelled her, the girl who ate dinner alone every night while my father had fun with the new family he loved..He did not only hate me.He just forgot I existed.And when the letter came from Blackmore, summoning me to the academy he didn’t argue.He was very quick to give me away, “Good. Maybe they can fix what I couldn’t.”So yes.Loneliness wasn’t new to me...Jason and Kael weren't just gone.They were turned. Twisted by lies until they saw me as the enemy. And the worst part was that I couldn’t even blame them beca