All Chapters of BludHeaven Academy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32: Dorm Room ReckoningThe dorm room was quiet except for the low hum of Kai’s phone and the occasional rustle of Jax flipping through a comic on his bunk. Theo was at his desk, headphones on, typing code. Nico sat cross-legged on his own mattress, back against the wall, staring at nothing. He’d barely said ten words since getting back from class.Kai finally looked up from the Daily Fang feed—thumb hovering over the screen, eyebrows knit.“Dude.”Nico didn’t respond.Kai turned the phone toward him anyway. The latest post was frozen on a grainy hallway still: Elara’s face mid-kiss, eyes half-closed, lips on Nico’s, his hand fisted in her hair. Caption: **#3 STILL SILENT – Elara Voss spotted alone in stables again. Is the queen ghosted?**Kai’s voice dropped, serious now.“You’re treating Elara like shit, man. You haven’t spoken to her in days. Not a text. Not a look in the hall. Nothing. I thought she was your girlfriend. What gives?”Jax lowered the comic. Theo pulled one h

Chapter 34: Morning Without HidingNico woke to the soft chime of spurs fading down the hall.He’d heard every word Elara whispered through the door—low, rough, laced with that Texas drawl that always made his pulse kick. The promise. The rebellion. The invitation to the stables at midnight.He lay still for a long minute, staring at the ceiling, heart thudding steady but loud in the quiet dorm.*She’s ready to burn it all.*The thought circled—half thrill, half dread.He didn’t know what to expect today.Didn’t know if she’d show up in the hallway again, hand outstretched. Didn’t know if the other queens would test the new boundaries. Didn’t know if the silence would break or deepen.But one thing he did know:He wasn’t hiding.Not today.He rolled out of bed, dressed in the uniform—blazer crisp, tie loose but knotted, boots scuffed from yesterday’s cliffs. No extra effort. No armor. Just him.He grabbed his bag, stepped into the corridor, and walked toward West Hall dining.Head

Chapter 36: A Crack in the GateThe self-defense gym smelled of sweat, rubber mats, and the faint metallic tang of old blood that never quite washed out of the walls.General Julian Bathory stood at the center of the open floor like a statue carved from war. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver hair cropped military-short, scars crisscrossing his face and forearms like a map of battles most students only read about. He’d fought beside Celeste Valentina Morau in the final Swarm rift—close enough to be called her friend, far enough to survive when so many didn’t. Today he was guest instructor, and the entire room felt smaller under his presence.All four queens were there.Elara near the front—Stetson low, arms crossed, spurs silent for once. Liora off to the side—hoodie up, shadows restless at her feet. Ravenna against the wall—leather jacket unzipped, knuckles already taped. Seraphina in the back row—tablet closed, glasses reflecting the overhead fluorescents.And Nico.Back row, usua

Chapter 38 Exploring Feelings FurtherThe courtyard air was still and warm, jasmine scent heavy as the five of them sat in a loose circle on the stone benches. No one had spoken for several minutes after Nico’s quiet admission—he didn’t know what he was doing, didn’t know how to trust any of this. The fountain kept its soft trickle, filling the silence without demanding anything from it.Elara broke it first, voice low and careful, like she was handling something fragile.“There’s a party coming up,” she said. “End of first semester. Official thing—administration throws it every year to ‘celebrate integration success.’” She made air quotes around the last two words, dry enough that Nico almost smiled. “Dress code is formal. Suits, dresses, gowns, whatever. Food’s actually decent—steak, seafood, human comfort stuff. Open bar for the vamps, mocktails and wine for everyone else. Music. Dancing if you want it. Or just standing in corners judging people.”Liora’s shadows rippled once—amuse

Chapter 40 Spontaneous Combustion The last bell of the week had rung twenty minutes ago, but the three of them—Nico, Elara, and Liora—were still lingering in Elara’s suite, the remnants of lunch cleared away by silent staff who knew better than to interrupt. The party was next week, the official end-of-semester formal that every ranked student was expected to attend. Tonight was technically the last day before weekend freedom, but the weight of the upcoming event already hung in the air like humidity before a storm.Nico stood near the door, bag slung over one shoulder, feeling the burner phone in his pocket like a live coal. He hadn’t turned it on yet. Hadn’t sent a single message. But he hadn’t left it behind either.Elara was shrugging into her plaid overshirt, spurs chiming softly as she moved. Liora was zipping up her hoodie, shadows trailing her like loyal pets, violet hair tucked behind one ear.Nico pulled the burner out—slow, deliberate—and powered it on.The screen lit up