ห้องสมุด
ค้นหา
หน้าหลัก / Paranormal / The Witch And The Alpha / The Ghost in the Hall

แชร์

The Ghost in the Hall

ผู้เขียน: TrustGod Israel
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2026-02-06 02:01:27

POV: Vaelor

The binding ritual had turned my life into a crowded room, and everywhere I went, I could feel Ilyra’s presence like a low, vibrating hum at the base of my skull that never let me rest. It made my duties as Alpha almost impossible to perform with any dignity, because she had to follow me to every training session, every council meeting, and even into the mess hall where the smell of roasting meat and the noise of a hundred wolves usually gave me a sense of peace. Now, there were onl
อ่านหนังสือเล่มนี้ต่อได้ฟรี
สแกนรหัสเพื่อดาวน์โหลดแอป
บทที่แล้ว บทต่อไป
บทที่ถูกล็อก

บทล่าสุด

  • The Witch And The Alpha    The Drowned Witches

    POV: IlyraThe further we pushed into the heart of the marsh, the more the ground seemed to dissolve beneath us until we were wading through waist-deep water that was black as ink and thick with the smell of rotting lilies, and I could feel the cold pressure of the bog pressing against my ribs as we approached the Sunken Cathedral. Vaelor was struggling more than he wanted to admit, his breathing coming in heavy hitches while he gripped his sword in one hand and my shoulder with the other, and I could feel the sudden, jagged spikes of his terror through the bond because the water was alive with the pale, shifting lights of the dead. These weren't the mindless wisps from the edge of the swamp, these were the spirits of the women who had been hunted by the Rauvenhollow pack, and I could see their faces flickering just beneath the surface of the water like white masks made of bone and moonlight."I can hear them, Ilyra, and they aren't just making noises, they're whispering my name and t

  • The Witch And The Alpha    The Ruins of Morwen

    POV: VaelorI stood in the center of what must have been the Great Hall, but the roof was gone and the sky above was a bruise-colored purple that leaked a fine, cold mist onto the blackened floorboards. My boots crunched on a mixture of charcoal and shattered glass, and as I looked around at the skeletal remains of the village, the guilt in my chest felt heavier than the entity itself because I could see the precision of the destruction. This hadn't been a chaotic fire or a natural disaster, and the way the support beams had been hacked at before being torched reminded me of the specific tactics I had taught my own scouts back in Rauvenhollow."My mother used to sit right there by the hearth, and she would spend hours explaining the difference between healing roots and the ones that just mimicked the scent of safety," Ilyra said, her voice sounding small and brittle as she pointed toward a pile of collapsed stones that used to be a fireplace."Ilyra, I don't even have the words to tel

  • The Witch And The Alpha    The Marsh’s Edge

    POV: IlyraThe transition from the solid woods to the edge of the Eldwyre was sudden and thick, and the air turned heavy with the smell of stagnant water and sulfur that made my lungs feel like they were breathing in wet wool. I stopped at the point where the grass turned to grey sludge, and I could feel the marsh magic rising up to meet me like a living thing, but it didn't feel like the warm welcome I had been hoping for since we left the mountain. It felt sharp and defensive, a low vibration in my teeth that told me the land was angry with me for bringing a wolf across the threshold, and I looked back at Vaelor to see him swaying on his feet while he rubbed his temples with the heels of his hands."The smell is too much, Ilyra, it’s like every dead thing for a hundred miles is screaming in my nose at once and I can’t filter any of it out," Vaelor groaned, his face pale and his eyes darting toward the thick fog that was already starting to swirl around our knees."Your senses are to

  • The Witch And The Alpha     The Bridge of Sighs

    POV: VaelorThe rain was coming down in thick, grey sheets by the time we reached the gorge of the Ironclaws, and the sound of the river rushing hundreds of feet below the Stone Bridge was a constant, low roar that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. I could feel Ilyra’s exhaustion through the bond, her footsteps heavy and uneven behind me, but we couldn't stop because the scent of the Unspoken was still lingering in the air behind us and the only way forward was across the massive span of rock that guarded the southern pass. As we rounded the final bend in the trail, I saw the torches flickering on the far side of the bridge, and my heart sank when I saw the silhouette of Krell, the Ironclaw Alpha, standing in the center of the path with fifty of his warriors fanned out behind him in a deadly crescent."I heard the great Alpha of Rauvenhollow had turned into a runaway, but I didn't believe it until I saw you standing there looking like a drowned rat with a witch at your heels,"

  • The Witch And The Alpha    The Warden’s Ghost

    POV: IlyraThe first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was the bone-deep cold of the stone bench beneath me, and my head throbbed with a rhythmic ache that matched the flickering of the blue torches on the walls. I tried to sit up, but my limbs felt like lead weights and my stomach churned from the drain of the spell I had cast in the gorge, so I just lay there for a moment and listened to the silence of the room. Vaelor was standing by the heavy stone door, his back to me and his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, but I could see the faint, unnatural silver glow of his eyes even from behind, a sign that the entity was still riding high on the adrenaline of the fight."You're finally awake, and for a minute there I thought you’d burned out your heart just to give me a head start on the hunters," Vaelor said, his voice sounding hollow and echoing in the vaulted chamber as he turned to look at me."I’m alive, but I feel like I’ve been trampled by a pack of horses, so tell me where

  • The Witch And The Alpha    The Hunt Begins

    POV: VaelorThe sound of the chains rattling in the dark was unmistakable, and I knew before I even saw the first flash of armor that Draeven hadn't just sent the hounds, he had sent the Unspoken. These were the elite hunters of our pack, men who had given up their voices and half their humanity to become specialists in bringing down rogue wolves, and they carried silver-weighted nets and crossbows designed to pierce even the thickest hide. I grabbed Ilyra by the arm and hauled her out of the Hollow, ignoring the way my leg screamed in protest, because we couldn't stay in a hole and wait to be netted like fish in a barrel."We have to move, and we have to move fast, so stay behind me and don't stop running no matter what you hear in the brush," I told her, my heart hammering against my ribs while I scanned the treeline for the best path through the thickets."Vaelor, the hounds are already behind us, and I can't run as fast as a wolf, you know that," she panted, her boots skidding on

บทอื่นๆ

บางทีคุณอาจจะชอบ

สำรวจและอ่านนวนิยายดีๆ ได้ฟรี
เข้าถึงนวนิยายดีๆ จำนวนมากได้ฟรีบนแอป GoodNovel ดาวน์โหลดหนังสือที่คุณชอบและอ่านได้ทุกที่ทุกเวลา
อ่านหนังสือฟรีบนแอป
สแกนรหัสเพื่ออ่านบนแอป
DMCA.com Protection Status