บททั้งหมดของ BludHeaven Academy : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Chapter 71: Cali-Tex ConnectThe Chevy hummed steadily along the interstate as they crossed the California border, leaving the Pacific behind and heading east toward the long stretch of desert and eventually Texas. The sun was climbing higher, casting warm light across the dashboard. Elara had the windows cracked just enough for the wind to whip through, carrying the dry scent of sagebrush and distant mountains.Nico sat in the passenger seat, fingers still laced with Elara’s free hand. The golden bond between them continued to send gentle waves of warmth through his body — comforting, steady, like an anchor in the fog of missing memories.He stared out the window for a long moment, watching the landscape blur past, before finally speaking.“How did we meet?” he asked quietly. “And… what did I miss this last year? I feel like there’s this whole chunk of my life that’s just… gone.”Elara glanced over at him — her gold eyes soft but serious. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before ans

Chapter 73: Strange Dream Nico drifted into sleep in Elara’s arms, the golden bond humming softly between them like a lullaby. The luxury suite at the Arizona Biltmore blurred and faded, replaced by a world that shimmered beyond understanding. *** He was small—floating weightlessly in a cradle spun from gold and light. Beneath him stretched an endless ocean that glowed like amber honey, breathing softly as if alive. The air carried the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, sweet and strange. Shapes glittered in the distance—towers of gemstones rising from an island that pulsed with its own heartbeat. The sky above shimmered like liquid fire. Nico reached up—his tiny hand bluish in hue, veins glimmering faintly, the skin not quite human. The sight both comforted and unnerved him. A shadow moved closer. Tall. Radiant. Its outline shimmered like storm clouds lit from within. Eyes burned with fierce compassion, warm as home—yet he couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman, mortal or

Chapter 75: Blood and JudgmentThe doors closed behind them with a quiet, final weight.Inside, the Voss Estate was cooler—controlled. Marble floors stretched endlessly beneath their feet, polished to a mirror sheen. Soft lighting glowed from recessed fixtures, illuminating art that looked less decorative and more like declarations of wealth.Everything was deliberate.Everything watched.Staff moved silently along the edges of the space, never staring directly, but always aware. The moment Elara stepped inside, their posture shifted—subtle deference, immediate recognition.This was her domain.Even if it didn’t feel like it.***Amara’s heels clicked sharply across the marble as she walked ahead without turning. “We will discuss this,” she said, voice precise. “Privately.”Elijah lingered a moment longer.His gaze settled on Nico.Not hostile.Not welcoming.Measuring.Then he gave a slight nod toward Elara. “Go on,” he said. “Get him settled.”It wasn’t approval.But it wasn’t rejec

Chapter 77: Trial by Blood and Dust The knock came at 4:30 a.m. Not loud. Not polite. Just enough. *** Nico was already awake. Sleep hadn’t returned after the memory broke through. The night had been spent staring at the ceiling, feeling the bond steady him while something deeper shifted beneath his skin. He opened the door before the second knock. A staff member stood there, composed and silent. “Mr. Voss is waiting at the stables.” Of course he was. *** The air outside was cool, the sky still dark with only the faintest hint of dawn breaking along the horizon. The estate felt different at this hour—less like a display, more like something real. Raw. Working. Alive. *** The stables came into view slowly—long structures of dark wood and steel, lights already on inside. The low sounds of horses carried through the air, steady and grounding. Elijah Voss stood near the entrance. Coffee in hand. Watching. *** “You’re on time,” he said without tur

### Chapter 79: ContingenciesThe city of L.A. never truly slept.But this part of it—This level—Didn’t belong to the city at all.***Glass stretched from floor to ceiling, overlooking a skyline drowned in gold and shadow. The room was silent, insulated from the world below—no traffic, no voices, no consequence.Just power.***Darius Welch stood near the window, one hand resting lightly against a crystal glass of untouched blood.His reflection stared back at him.Perfect.Composed.Unbothered.***“Say it,” he said calmly. “You didn’t come all this way to stay quiet.”***Behind him, Alice Skye moved lazily across the room, heels clicking softly against polished marble. She didn’t rush. She never did.“You failed,” she said simply.***Darius didn’t turn.“No,” he replied. “The outcome deviated.”Alice smiled faintly. “That’s a very expensive way to say the same thing.”***A pause.Then—Darius turned.Slow.Measured.“Let’s be clear,” he said. “The objective was memory disrupti