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Chapter 135: Veins of the Earth
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Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 151: Into the Whispering Tundra
The tundra stretched before them like a graveyard of forgotten gods—white, silent, and endless. Wind howled across the icy plains in ghostly whispers, weaving through broken stone monoliths half-buried in snow. Each gust seemed to carry a voice, ancient and indecipherable, brushing cold fingers across Aria’s skin even beneath her furs. No sun pierced the sky above—just a vast dome of pale gray cloud, unmoving and indifferent. They had crossed into the Whispering Tundra. Three days since they left the Heartspire, and already the world behind felt like a fading dream. The warmth of the valley, the charred battlefields, the fires—they were gone now. All that remained was ice. And something buried deep beneath it. Kael rode at her side, his breath forming steady clouds as his eyes scanned the white horizon. He wore his obsidian armor beneath a cloak of midnight wolf fur, his sword strapped to his back and gloved hand resting near the hilt. Lena followed a few paces behind, eyes glow
Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 150: The Legion’s Shadow
The scent of scorched earth still lingered in the air as Aria stood at the edge of the Heartspire plateau, the obsidian shard clutched in her hand. Even cleansed, it pulsed faintly with residual darkness, like a whisper echoing from a distant void. She turned it over carefully, tracing the runes etched along its edges—a warning, a declaration. We are legion. This was only the first. Behind her, the mountain was quiet. The wind rustled the scorched grass and tugged at the ruined banners that once marked the high camp. Fires smoldered in the distance, but no more screams pierced the sky. For now, the bloodshed had ceased. But peace had not come. Kael approached silently, his cloak dragging over the gravel. His face bore new scars, his expression as hard as the steel at his hip. “They wanted us to see that message.” “I know,” Aria replied without looking at him. “They wanted to provoke fear. Chaos. Doubt.” Kael folded his arms. “Did it work?” She exhaled slowly. “It worked well e
Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 149: The Howl Beneath the Crescent Moon
The ground trembled with each step the Obsidian Wolf took. It towered above the battlefield, a hulking monstrosity of jagged black fur and molten bone, pulsing with unnatural life. Its howl had shattered shields and severed the spirit of lesser warriors, leaving many collapsed and twitching where they stood. But Aria—Crowned Flame, Queen of Balance—did not break. She ran. Up the slope of the southern ridge, her blades humming with fire, her lungs burning as she fought to reach the summit where the beast had begun its corruption of the Vein. Kael flanked her on the left in his armored human form, while Lena surged forward at her right, lightning crackling at her fingertips. Below them, the battle still raged—but for now, this moment was theirs alone. This was the reckoning. The wolf turned toward them. Its eyes were pits of obsidian, voids that swallowed light and hope alike. Smoke curled from its mouth, and when it growled, the sky shivered. Aria’s pace did not slow. “We strik
Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 148: The War That Waits
The storm began with silence. A silence so thick, so oppressive, it suffocated the wind and flattened the song of the land. No birds cried, no leaves rustled, and even the Heartspire’s ancient pulse slowed—as though the Veins themselves held their breath. Aria stood at the highest terrace of the Heartspire, her fingers wrapped around the newly awakened Crown of Balance. The circlet shimmered in her hands, flickering between frost and fire, two halves bound together like the twin halves of her own soul. Behind her, Kael kept silent watch, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the mountains gave way to the Bleeding Steppes. They both felt it. The shift. The coming war. A voice stirred behind them. “They’re gathering,” Lena said as she stepped onto the terrace, her armor newly fitted with the colors of both Crescent and Rootborn. “Our scouts saw movement along the Red Hollow Ridge. Not just any force. Something darker. Bigger. The Echo isn’t wasting time.” “Neither can we,”
Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 147: The Flame That Remembers
The Heartspire rose before them like a blade of stone piercing the sky. Jagged and immense, it twisted upward from the valley floor in silent defiance of time. Its obsidian walls shimmered with molten veins, pulsing softly with a rhythm not unlike a heartbeat. As the sun crept higher, its light refracted across the spire’s surface, casting rippling shadows across the gathered tribes that had camped in a crescent around its base. Silence cloaked the morning. Even the wind dared not speak. Aria stood at the foot of the great stairs carved into the mountainside, her heart echoing the pulse she felt from within the Heartspire. Kael stood at her right, Lena at her left. Behind them, Brin, Solen, Eira, and a dozen chosen representatives from the united packs had formed a procession. The rest would wait outside. Only those bound by vision, blood, and leadership were permitted to enter. The Heartspire did not welcome crowds. It judged them. And only the worthy emerged. --- The firs
Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 146: Hearts of Stone and Flame
The march to the Heartspire began beneath a blood-colored dawn. From the ashes of the Womb of Stars, Aria and her companions moved swiftly—across broken ridges, through frost-swept forests, and over bridges of ancient rootstone that groaned with the weight of forgotten wars. Word had gone out to every clan, every faction. Some answered. Others hesitated. And a few... watched with poisoned eyes. Aria rode at the front, her cloak of ember-woven fur trailing behind her like a banner of fire. Kael walked beside her in wolf form, massive and silent, his silver-black coat shimmering under the dawn’s light. Behind them, Brin and Lena led the Rootborn and Crescent loyalists who had survived the last confrontation at the Hollow. Solen, younger and quieter than ever, clutched the scrolls of pact and lore they would need for the Covenant Ritual. But it was not unity they met on the road. It was resistance. And memory. --- On the third day, they reached the Vale of Hollowed Bones. Once, t
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