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One Hundred and Thirty Eight

Author: Vivian Sage
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-14 23:59:39

Soren

The war room was silent, save for the low, rhythmic hum of the ventilation system and the distant, muffled sounds of a pack preparing for a slaughter.

I stared at the map on the table, but I wasn't seeing the topographical lines or the red markers indicating the enemy's advance. I was seeing Kahlan’s face. Specifically, the way she looked right before the sedative took hold—the betrayal in her eyes was a blade between my ribs, twisting with every breath I took.

I’d drugged her. My mate. M
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  • The Alpha's dragon Flame    epilogue

    Kahlan – Two Months LaterPeace feels strange.Two months ago, the place was a warzone filled with ash and blood. Now it smells like cut grass and fresh paint. The limestone has been scrubbed clean. The broken walls have been rebuilt. The scorch marks in the plaza are still there if you look closely, but they don’t dominate the space anymore.The school stands whole again.And today, it feels alive.Students fill the courtyard—wolves, witches, vampires, humans—standing shoulder to shoulder without tension threading between them. No whispered suspicion. No hidden sigils carved into sleeves. No one flinching at the wrong scent.Just people.In the center of the grounds, where the worst of the fighting happened, stand two new statues.Derek and Ramsey.I missed them so much. They’re carved from pale stone, back to back, weapons lowered but not forgotten. The sculptor captured them perfectly. The plaques at their feet don’t list titles or ranks though. Just their names.I stand there l

  • The Alpha's dragon Flame    Ine hundred Ninety three

    KahlanThe ritual circle still smoked a little where the chalk had burned, the scent of scorched earth and spent magic hanging heavy in the stagnant air.The barrier was gone.There was no more shimmering glow, no more impenetrable wall of translucent light that had separated our world from the abyss.Just open land stretching into the distance.Soren lay in my arms, his body limp, a weight that felt far heavier than it should have if he was still here.His chest didn't move, remaining flat against the frantic pressure of my own heaving breaths.There was no heartbeat.I stared at his face—pale as winter marble, eyes closed as if in a sleep he had no intention of waking from—and the entire world narrowed down to just the curve of his jaw and the silence between us.He had given his life for mine, a conscious choice made in a heartbeat that felt like an eternity.He had stepped in, offered his own soul up to the hungry void of the siphoners, and now he was gone, leaving me behind in a

  • The Alpha's dragon Flame    One Hundred Ninety two

    SorenThere was no ground beneath me.No sky, no wind, no light and no darkness either. Just absence.I could not feel my body. I could not hear anything except my own thoughts. I did not breathe. I did not blink. There was no heartbeat in my chest. I understood it immediately.I was dead.The memory of the stone circle came back clearly. The carved symbols. The siphoners standing in position. The air thick with magic. Kahlan in the center.They were draining her.The Flame inside her was already unstable. It had always been heavy for her to carry. It exhausted her. It pushed against her mind. She never complained about it, but I saw what it did to her. I saw the nights she couldn’t sleep. I saw the way her hands trembled after using too much power. She carried it because she believed it was her duty.The plan had been simple in theory. She would drink the poison. It would force the Flame into a dormant state. Freya would extract it. Kahlan would survive. That was the promise.But the

  • The Alpha's dragon Flame    One Hundred Ninety one

    Third person POV The battlefield was surrounded by crumbling limestone. It was currently filled with over ten thousand warriors. Leading the center of the defensive wedge was Dylan. He was a mountain of scarred iron, his heavy plate armor coated in a thick layer of grey stone dust and dark red arterial spray. He carried a massive, two-handed poleaxe that he swung in horizontal arcs, clearing a three-meter semi-circle of space around him with every rotation.He had decided he would only shift when necessary. He needed to reserve his strength. "First Rank, brace!" Dylan’s voice was a guttural roar that bypassed the ears and vibrated in the chests of his soldiers.The front line—six hundred men deep—slammed their kite shields into the muck. The enemy, a surging wave of grey-clad conscripts and heavy shock troops, hit the shield wall with the force of a landslide. The sound was a singular, bone-shaking *thud* followed by the screech of metal grinding against metal. Dylan stepped into

  • The Alpha's dragon Flame    One Hundred and Ninety

    Authors POV The horns of Ephraim’s army blasted through the morning mist, a low, brassy dirge that vibrated in the marrow of the bones of everyone gathered at the barrier. Reports from the scouts were no longer coming in as whispers; they were shouted commands. The enemy was two hours away.In the clearing at the base of the glowing, opaque wall, the air was unnervingly still. Ava knelt in the dirt, her fingers stained white with chalk as she drew the massive ritual circle. Her movements were frantic but precise. She knew that if a single rune was misaligned, the siphoning would backfire and incinerate everyone within fifty yards.Baba stood over her, her gnarled hands gripping a staff. She didn't offer to help with the physical labor; her role was to anchor the intent. "The outer ring holds the drain, Ava," Baba said, her voice gravelly and thick with a suppressed tremor. "Inner points anchor Freya. Do not skip the binding sigils. If the Flame leaks, Freya dies before the barrier i

  • The Alpha's dragon Flame    One Hundred and Eighty Nine

    Kahlan"For someone so young, you look at the sky a lot," Baba said.I glanced over at her. She was sitting on the stone bench beside me, her stick resting across her knees."For someone so old, you know a lot," I replied. "So how old exactly are you?""Do I look old to you?" she asked.I chuckled. "You look like you could outlive all of us."She smiled a little, but it didn't reach her eyes."I can't do it," I said quietly. "Sealing the barrier. The people on the other side... isn't there a spell to undo the damage?""There is," she said.Hope filled my chest so fast it hurt. "There is?""It's somewhere in a hidden temple, buried in a tomb. But we don't have the time."The hope left as quickly as it came. I stared at the ground. "Thanks for nothing, really. I don't know what to do."Baba hummed, thinking. Before I could sort through my thoughts, she swung her stick and hit me on the arm."What the hell?" I said, rubbing the spot."Does it matter?" she asked with a smile.She tried to

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