Semua Bab Academy Of Cursed Hearts : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter Eighty-One****The next morning after training, I sat in one of the deserted classrooms.My mind was elsewhere.On him.Kieran.No, I mean Harry.The name burned behind my teeth like a curse I refused to speak aloud. I could still feel the weight of his presence from last night,the way the air bent around him, how the shadows curled toward his feet like loyal hounds. That voice. That smile. That humor,so smooth, so calculated, and extremely so familiar.He wasn’t just back.He was hunting.And he thought I wouldn’t recognize him.But I did.Not by face.Not by name.But by soul.Because some evils don’t change.They only wear new masks.Jason and Kael found me at lunch.They slid into the seats the vacant space, trays clattering down with more force than necessary.“You look wooried,” Jason said, narrowing his eyes. “What happened last night?”I sipped my tea, calmly. “Nothing.”“Don’t lie,” Kael snapped. “You went straight to your dorm after training. Didn’t meet us at our u

Chapter Eighty-Three****The night after the confrontation in the abandoned hall, I slept without dreams.No whispers, no tugging at the edges of my thoughts. No violet-eyed phantom slipping between the folds of my subconscious. Just… silence. Deep, unbroken, and peaceful.I woke up very before training time, so I rushed to the secret Chamber.The twin's reflection perfectly in the glass behind where she stood. She didn’t greet me. I didn't need to. She knew why I had come.I stood in front of the mirror.We didn’t speak for a long while.“He tried last night,” I finally broke the silence.She didn’t look at me. “Of course he did.”“but he failed.”She smiled. A slow, satisfied curl of the lips. “And that terrifies him more than any spell you could cast.”I leaned back against the cold stone wall. I closed my eyes. “I felt nothing. Not even a spark or a whisper.”“That’s because you’re no longer his canvas,” she murmured. “You’re the artist now. And he doesn’t know what you’re paint

Chapter Eighty-Five****They trained in silence.Jason and Kael had found their own place to train. a forgotten chamber under the old forge. A perfect crucible for power.Kael stood at the center, fists clenched, breath steady. Flames danced above his palms,golden at first, then shifting, deepening into indigo, swirling like storm clouds. He wasn’t just summoning fire, he was commanding it.Across the room, Jason knelt, hands pressed to the cracked stone floor. His power wasn’t fire.It was binding.The air around him thickened. Shadows coiled like serpents. Every rune on the wall moved in response,not by chant, but by will. He was learning to shape silence into a weapon. To make the world itself obey his pulse.They didn’t speak to each other.Every movement was precise. Every breath was calculated.Because they weren’t training to fight acolytes.They were training to fight something bigger.And I knew, without doubt,they were getting stronger.Then, they heard footsteps.“Impress

Chapter Eighty-Seven****At midnight,Morwen and Kieran,two shadows wrapped in robes too heavy for their bones.Moved through the under-vents like thieves. Breaths uneven and magic shining at their fingertips like dying candles.And behind them, Kel and Jason like shadows followed them.They were nervous and wanted to know where they were headed.Because some failures are only real when seen.I felt the tremor in my vein, the movement of the runes, the spark of forbidden energy against the ancient wards. The air itself recoiled as they reached the sealed path,the one carved into bedrock, lined with obsidian runes that shone faintly in the dark.They got to the door, Vel- Sharrah. The Queen's Rest.It stood silent, unbroken, and untouched by time.And Morwen approached it like a beggar at a king’s gate.She placed her palm flat against the stone and chanted low, urgent, pulling from every oath she’d ever sworn.But the door didn't respond. Kieran stepped forward, eyes glowing violet no

Chapter Eighty-Nine****Later that night,Morwen and Kieran sneaked down to the chamber where the door stood.They want to try again tonight.I was deep asleep in my dorm,I was dreaming of fire.but the kind of fire that brings back remembrance of forgotten things. Violet tongues licking at the edges of old wounds, sealing them, and turning pain into strength.Then suddenly, I felt it. A pull, strong and forceful like hooks in my ribs, pulling me towards something deep, dark, and hungry.My eyes flew open.I was already standing.Bare feet on cold stone. Nightgown lapped to my sweat-slick skin. Hair loose, unbound. And my body moved without my permission.I moved towards the east wing.Wherr Morwen and Kieran were.I knew it.They're summoning me with so deep, ancient, mixed with blood and sigils.They weren’t calling my name. They were calling my essence and blood. The part of me that answered the Queen’s door.And for a terrifying heartbeat… It was working.My limbs moved like water