Blackwell House: The Silence Beneath
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Chapter 6 006-The First Spark img
Chapter 7 007-The Weight of the Unspoken img
Chapter 8 008 -Beneath the Surface img
Chapter 9 009-The Enemy in the Shadows img
Chapter 10 0010-Secrets Exposed img
Chapter 11 0011- The First Step img
Chapter 12 0012-The Room Below img
Chapter 13 0013-The Portrait and the Bloodline img
Chapter 14 0014-The Pact Beneath the Ball img
Chapter 15 0015-Marked for Offering img
Chapter 16 0016-The Whispering Walls img
Chapter 17 0017- Blood Oaths and Burnt Ashes img
Chapter 18 0018-The head of a snake img
Chapter 19 0019 -After the Ashes img
Chapter 20 0020-The Silence After the Storm img
Chapter 21 0021-Smokes and Mirrors img
Chapter 22 0022-When the Ground Shakes img
Chapter 23 0023-What we burn,we bury img
Chapter 24 0024-The House Always Remembers img
Chapter 25 0025-The Letter Beneath the Floorboards img
Chapter 26 0026-The Man Who Tried to Save Her img
Chapter 27 0027- Ashes and Blossoms img
Chapter 28 0028- The Long Shadow img
Chapter 29 0029-Echoes of Blackwell img
Chapter 30 0030-The First Move img
Chapter 31 0031 - The Fire Beneath img
Chapter 32 0032 - Buried Truths img
Chapter 33 0033 - Shadows Within img
Chapter 34 0034 - Ashes to Ashes img
Chapter 35 0035 - The Spark Becomes a Fire img
Chapter 36 0036 - Ashes and Beginnings img
Chapter 37 0037 - Shadows at the Door img
Chapter 38 0038- Shadows and Echoes img
Chapter 39 0039 - Unmasked Faces img
Chapter 40 0040 - The Silent Countdown img
Chapter 41 0041: The Clockwork Truth img
Chapter 42 0042: Into the Sanctum img
Chapter 43 0043: Building from Ash img
Chapter 44 0044: The First Test img
Chapter 45 0045: The Garden's Secret img
Chapter 46 0046: Lessons of the Codex img
Chapter 47 0047: The Memory Room img
Chapter 48 0048: The Mirror Beneath the Mask img
Chapter 49 0049: The Circle Tightens img
Chapter 50 0050 : The Hall of Reflections img
Chapter 51 0051: The War Begins img
Chapter 52 0052:The Key and the Catalyst img
Chapter 53 0053: The Last Confession img
Chapter 54 0054: The Vault Beneath the Bell Tower img
Chapter 55 0055 – The Gathering Storm img
Chapter 56 0056: The Reckoning img
Chapter 57 0057: Bloodlines and Burning Letters img
Chapter 58 0058: Fractures in the Light img
Chapter 59 0059: Embers of Rebellion img
Chapter 60 0060: Across the New Horizon img
Chapter 61 0061: Shadows Cast Forward img
Chapter 62 0062: Reckoning at Dawn img
Chapter 63 0063: The Price of Progress img
Chapter 64 0064: Under the Sentinel's Veil img
Chapter 65 0065: Embers at Dusk img
Chapter 66 0066: Fractures and Foundations img
Chapter 67 0067: The Summit of Truth img
Chapter 68 0068: Echoes in the Halls img
Chapter 69 0069: The Broken Seal img
Chapter 70 0070: Whispers Beneath the Phoenix img
Chapter 71 00 76: Echoes of Renewal img
Chapter 72 0075: Poison in the Wellspring img
Chapter 73 0074: Shadows in the Light img
Chapter 74 00 73: Unraveling the Eldridge Web img
Chapter 75 0072: The Ties That Bind img
Chapter 76 00 71: Bloodlines Revealed img
Chapter 77 00 77: Flames of Remembrance img
Chapter 78 0078: The Face Beneath the Mask img
Chapter 79 0079: Beneath Blackwell img
Chapter 80 0080: Road to Nowhere img
Chapter 81 0081: Storm Warning img
Chapter 82 0082: Ashes and Alibis img
Chapter 83 0083: The Letter in the Attic img
Chapter 84 0084: The Gathering Storm img
Chapter 85 0085: Beneath the Veil img
Chapter 86 0086:The Pact img
Chapter 87 0087: Project Prometheus img
Chapter 88 0088: Ashes of Authority img
Chapter 89 0089: The Phoenix Club img
Chapter 90 0090: Echoes in the Flame img
Chapter 91 0091: All the Things We Can Be img
Chapter 92 0092: The Mirror Protocol img
Chapter 93 0093: The Price of the Exit img
Chapter 94 0094: The Château of Ghosts img
Chapter 95 0095: What Comes After Fire img
Chapter 96 0096: The Other Lydia img
Chapter 97 0097: Mirror's Edge img
Chapter 98 0098: The Second Phase img
Chapter 99 0099: The Unseen Room img
Chapter 100 00100: Ashes and Blueprints img
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Blackwell House: The Silence Beneath

Sami Yang
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Chapter 1 001 – The First Lie

They said my brother overdosed.

That was the story-the one wrapped in sympathy and pitying glances as I stepped onto Blackwell House Academy's cracked stone path for the first time. Kellan Morrow, brilliant, wild, gone without a trace. A final party. An empty bed. A bottle left behind.

But I knew Kellan. He never left things behind.

The air bit into my skin as I crossed the courtyard, October wind slicing through my coat. Leaves danced like dying birds around my boots. Blackwell loomed ahead-centuries-old, ivy-draped, and cold like a secret no one wanted to say out loud.

I gripped my suitcase tighter and ignored the stares. I'd barely been here five minutes and I could already feel the whispers forming like frost behind me.

That's her. The Morrow girl.

I wasn't supposed to be here.

Uncle Marcus made that clear when he dumped me at the school gates with a stiff nod and a warning: "Keep your head down. Don't go digging into the past. Some ghosts like to stay buried."

I didn't even look back when the car drove off.

Screw him. Screw his rules.

This place had taken everything from me-my mother, my brother. I wasn't here to survive. I was here to know.

And the truth? I was willing to bleed for it.

Dorm 3A smelled like lemon cleaner and old paper. A single bed, a desk bolted to the floor, and a wardrobe that creaked like it hated its job. It wasn't much, but it was mine.

There was a folded envelope on the desk with my name in careful ink. No stamp. No address.

I hesitated. Then opened it.

"Your brother isn't dead. But someone will be soon. Welcome to Blackwell."

My heart jackknifed. I read it again.

Then again.

A prank? Some sick initiation?

I looked toward the hallway-empty.

I locked the door.

By lunch, I'd memorized every escape route between the dorms and the chapel.

The dining hall was all polished wood and silver chandeliers. Too grand for the cracked ceilings. Students in uniform clustered in their cliques like animals in cages.

I slid into a seat in the back, tray untouched.

That's when she sat down across from me-purple lipstick, combat boots, and the vibe of someone who talked to ghosts for fun.

"Name's Eloise. You're Lydia Morrow, yeah?" she asked, unwrapping a lollipop with long black nails.

I hesitated. "Yeah."

"Didn't think you'd show. Thought your uncle was keeping you locked up somewhere."

"You know him?"

"Please. Everyone knows Marcus Cain." She rolled her eyes. "He practically runs the Board. Blackwell's dirty little king. You don't get invited to his parties unless you're either rich, dangerous, or deliciously cursed."

I stared.

"You," she added, "are all three."

Later that day, I found Kellan's old room.

It had been emptied, sanitized. But something clung to the walls. His energy. His chaos. I found a single paper crane stuck behind the radiator. He used to make them when he couldn't sleep.

A voice startled me.

"Looking for ghosts?"

I turned.

He leaned against the doorframe like he'd been carved out of shadow-dark hair, sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes. Too pretty. Too cruel.

Auden Vale.

I recognized him from old photos. One of Kellan's best friends-or worst enemies.

"That was his room," I said.

"I know."

"You knew him?"

"I knew the version of him he let people see." Auden stepped in, gaze burning into mine. "But if you're looking for the truth, you won't find it in folded paper."

My jaw clenched. "What happened that night?"

He tilted his head. "Why don't you ask your uncle?"

"Because I want the truth. Not a story."

That made him smile-sharp and hollow.

He reached into his coat and tossed something onto the bed.

A flash drive.

"Don't say I never gave you anything."

Then he was gone.

That night, I locked the dorm door, slid the flash drive into my laptop, and pressed play.

Static. Then blurred footage.

A party-loud music, red lighting. Kellan laughing, shouting, spinning a girl around in circles. Auden in the background, drink in hand, eyes following my brother.

Then something shifted.

The footage jolted.

Kellan arguing with someone-face flushed, angry. A man stepped into frame. Brief, but enough.

Uncle Marcus.

Then: black screen. End of file.

I sat there, frozen.

Kellan knew. Something.

And someone wanted him quiet.

I couldn't sleep.

I went outside instead, hoodie up, phone off.

The campus was different at night-like it didn't want to be seen.

I walked toward the lake. Fog clung low to the ground, thick like spilled milk. The trees groaned overhead.

Then I saw her.

A girl, standing at the water's edge, back turned. Long dark hair. A white dress that shimmered like bone.

She was holding something.

A silver chain.

My breath caught.

It was the locket.

My mother's.

She turned. And I froze.

Her face.

It was her face.

Or something like it.

Vivian Morrow?

The girl smiled.

Then walked into the lake.

I sprinted forward-but when I reached the shore, there was nothing.

No splash. No ripple.

Just silence.

And the locket, lying in the grass.

The next day, I confronted Auden.

"What the hell was on that video?" I demanded.

He didn't blink. "Whatever you saw, forget it."

"I saw Marcus. At the party. He said he wasn't even there."

"You think that matters?" His voice dropped, low and angry. "No one touches Marcus Cain. No one accuses Marcus Cain. You're playing with fire."

"Good."

He stepped closer, suddenly too close. I didn't flinch.

"You're brave," he said softly. "Or stupid."

I met his eyes. "You knew Kellan. Help me."

A pause. A flicker of something dark in his expression.

"Don't make me care, Morrow," he whispered. "I'm not built for it."

After that, the whispers got louder.

Someone scratched LIAR on my locker. My textbooks vanished. Someone left a dead bird in my desk drawer.

But I didn't break.

Not yet.

Eloise handed me a chocolate bar and said, "Welcome to the club. You're officially cursed."

We laughed. It helped.

She taught me how to pick locks. How to bribe cafeteria staff. How to spot someone who was lying.

"You think Auden's dangerous?" I asked her once.

She popped a pill and shrugged. "I think he's the kind of boy who'll set himself on fire just to watch you burn with him."

By the end of the week, I stopped trying to stay invisible.

I started asking questions.

Theo-the headmaster's son-flinched when I asked about the night of the party.

"He was going to report them," Theo said, eyes darting around. "Kellan. He said he had proof. Then he just... disappeared."

"Who was he reporting?"

Theo hesitated. "The Society."

"What is it?"

But he was already walking away.

The Society.

I'd heard that name before-in whispers, behind closed doors.

Blackwell's elite.

The chosen.

The corrupt.

My family had been part of it once. Now we were ghosts.

And I wasn't going to rest until I dragged every one of them into the light.

Even if it meant burning with them.

            
            

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