All Chapters of Academy Of Cursed Hearts : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven****I dreamt of fire that night.Not Kael’s black rage fire. Not my own violet storm.Just… clean flame. Gold at the heart, blue at the edges. Burning steady. Alone, but not lonely.And in the dream, someone stood beside it,not feeding it, not controlling it, just watching the fire burn. Silent. Still and Present.When I woke up, the image stuck to me like smoke.I shook it off.Dreams are dangerous now. They made you soft. Made you hope.And hope got you killed in this academy.Morning drills were brutal.Morwen had doubled the intensity, claiming “discipline must be restored” after what she called my “unregulated outbursts.” Students sparred with live runes, shadows, and fire,no safety wards, no mercy.I stood at the edge of the yard, arms crossed, watching.Jason fought in the third ring. His movements were sharp, precise, but hollow. No flair. No joy. Just duty. Kieran stood nearby, arms crossed, nodding like a proud handler.Kael was in the far rin

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen****I didn’t sleep much that night.Because my magic wouldn’t settle. It hummed under my skin like a second heartbeat, restless, and alive in a way it hadn’t been since the lies began.And it wasn’t just mine.Elian’s starlight still echoed in my veins, a quiet counterpoint to my violet flame. Not louder. Not softer. Just… present. Like a song I’d forgotten I knew.I told myself it meant nothing. That bloodline didn’t erase betrayal. That trust wasn’t rebuilt in a single trial.But when I closed my eyes, I didn’t see Jason’s turned back or Kael’s darkened fire.I saw silver light weaving with violet.And for the first time in weeks, I caught myself smiling alone without even knowing.The next morning came with tension thick enough to choke someone.Morwen summoned Elian before drills.I saw him leave the dormitory,calm as usual,robes neat, face unreadable. He didn’t look towards the forge where I stood, sharpening a blade I didn’t need. But I felt

Chapter One Hundred Fifteen****Morwen paced back and forth across the obsidian floor of her chamber, fingers twisting the silver ring on her right hand,the one rumored to have once belonged to the Queen’s spymaster. Her eyes were black with thought, her breath sharp with calculation."Who is this boy?"She had been wrong about him. Terribly wrong.She assumed he was just another stray with a spark of talent, drawn to Aria like moths to flame. But silver fire? A mind sealed like ancient stone? Knowledge of the Hollow Grove,forbidden even to senior acolytes?No. There's more about this boy.And if he carried the Keeper’s bloodline,if he was truly of the old line that once guarded the Door of Echoes before the Queen sealed it,then he might also be able to to open the door too.Since Aria resisted all her efforts. He seems like a novice and since he's new, he might make it easier to access the door.Perfect.Morwen stopped at her desk, staring at the map of the academy’s undercroft,the h

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen****The days after the confrontation in the dining hall settled like dust after a storm. Quiet, but charged with the memory of what had happened in the dining hall between Jason, Kael and Elian.Elian and I didn’t speak about it after that time. Not because it didn’t matter, but because it was already very clear in the way he moved, in the way I didn’t bother when shadows sparked on my face, in the silence that no longer felt like an absence but like trust.Still, the academy won't stop talking about it even after days.Students glanced at our way with wide eyes or lowered voices. Some looked at Elian like he was a ghost who had walked out of an old prophecy. Others watched me as if I had traded one kind of danger for another.Maybe I had.Three nights later, I found him in the Hollow Grove. Just… there sitting on the mossy stone under the weeping willow, one hand trailing in the river as it whispered its backward lullabies.I didn’t announce myself.

Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen****Morwen was afraid.I saw it in the tightness of her jaw as she watched Elian and me cross the courtyard, side by side, silent but unshaken.She’d summoned him again,just two days after the fight.Not to the Obsidian Spire this time. But to the Sunken Garden, where the roses grew thorns as long as daggers and the air hummed with old enchantments meant to provoke truth.I didn’t go.But I heard what happened.Morwen had tried everything.She accused Elian of being a spy from the Hollow Court. She claimed he’d stolen his magic from dead Keepers. She even whispered that he had replaced someone,some lost heir using glamour and blood.And through it all?He didn’t raise his voice.He didn't react as she wanted him to.He just stood there, hands in his pockets, eyes calm as deep water, and said, “If I were a liar, Headmistress, I wouldn’t let you see how easily your fear betrays you.”She dismissed him an hour later, pale and furious.Because he hadn’t