Lahat ng Kabanata ng Academy Of Cursed Hearts : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter One **** I’ve learned that silence is the loudest sound in a house like this. The kind of silence that sticks to marble floors and presses against the windows. It doesn’t echo—it *haunts*. My footsteps are the only thing breaking it tonight, but even they don’t seem real. Just another ghost wandering through my father’s mansion. He doesn’t see me anymore. Not since the divorce. Not since he traded me for a new family—a shiny one with matching smiles and perfect hair. I used to be his “little princess.” Now? I’m just the inconvenient daughter who reminds him of a past he’d rather forget. I close the door to my room behind me and sink onto the edge of the bed. The sheets smell faintly of lavender, which was my mother’s favorite. She had them imported from France once, before she left. Before everything fell apart. My phone buzzes beside me. Another message from Dad’s assistant. Another reminder that I’m not needed in this house anymore. "Your enrollment at Blackmoor Aca

Chapter Three****I jammed the rest of the clothes in the case, my hands trembling. St Magdalene's Academy expulsion notice sat on my bedside, "unexplained phenomena" and "concealing a threat to other students" staring up at me. I have no idea what occurred— the last thing I remember is,I was upset at Lila, the next thing,she was crying because her book was burning, and she was screaming like I'd set her ablaze.But I hadn't done anything to her.Dad hadn't even looked in my direction since the third expulsion. His wife had only given me cold and triumphant smiles—while her golden-perfect son, Andrain avoided me like I was some kind of dangerous animal."Your car is here," the housekeeper called out from the doorway, voice toneless. No goodbye,No good luck, No anything.I dragged my suitcase down the stairs, my chest locked. When I landed on the floor of the staircase,my father finally spoke"You're leaving Aria," he said casually, not even looking in my direction. "This school has s

Chapter Five****The air in the dueling chamber crackled with tension, and I could feel it pressing against my skin like static. The marble floor was slick beneath my boots, and the high vaulted ceiling echoed every whisper of breath around me. Blackmoor Academy’s Dueling Hall was supposed to be a place for control—where students learned precision, restraint, power. But I hadn’t come here to learn.I came here to survive.Across from me stood Jason, his dark eyes gleaming like obsidian under the flickering chandeliers. His stance was relaxed, deceptively so. He held his wand loosely at his side, but I knew better than to believe he wasn’t ready to strike. Beside him, standing just off to the edge of the ring, were the other two—Riven and Kael, watching me with an unreadable expression that sent a shiver down my spine.Professor Holloway raised her hand. “Begin.”Jason didn’t hesitate. A whisper of movement, and then shadows slithered across the floor toward me like ink spilled in wat

Chapter Seven****The air in THE BETWEEN gave me a serious cold, like static before a storm. Every breath seemed wrong.—Metallic, bitter—like it didn’t belong in my lungs.Kael’s hold was still locked around my arm, but now Jason was in front of me, giving Kael a look sharp enough to draw blood. Raven, sword in hand, didn’t bother pretending to watch the shadows. His attention moved to me like I was the only thing worth guarding.I wasn’t sure if I was comforted or cornered.The ember-eyed figures hadn’t moved. They just stood in that impossible half-light, waiting, their gazes pinning me like I was the only thing keeping them alive. Or maybe it was the only thing they wanted to kill.“Stay behind me,” Jason ordered, his voice hard as steel.“Behind you?” Kael gave out a low laugh that had no humor in it. “Last time I checked, you couldn’t even keep her mark hidden.”“Neither could you,” Jason shot back.“Enough.” Raven’s voice sliced through both of theirs. He stepped closer to me,

Chapter Nine****The night sky over Blackmoor Academy looked wrong.The moon was too low, its silver glow bleeding into a strange shimmer that broke across the clouds like someone had broken the world in glass. I didn’t notice it at first—not until the air around me thickened and my skin was filled with heat.The whispers started again.They’d been haunting me for weeks—low, indistinct murmurs curling around the edges of my thoughts. But now, standing alone in the East Garden after curfew, they were clear. Too clear.Aria…The sound wasn’t in my ears. It was in my bones.I held the wrought-iron bench, my pulse kicking. “Who’s there?” My voice cracked against the stillness.No one answered. Not in the normal sense. Instead, the fountain in the center of the garden began to move—not the water, but the stone. Its carved swans twisted their necks toward me, their stone eyes glowing faintly blue.I stumbled back. The air around the fountain got more hot, warping like heat over asphalt. Th