บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Touch: Revival of the Eastern Kingdom: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Legends of old had been passed throughout the Kingdom of Shaldan. That the great kings of the past, the Alpha of the East had lost his mind and ruined the Kingdom. The Queen, the Luna named Galathea had been murdered by her own mate. Songs about the legend had been made. "Don't go to the forest. Don't go to the east. Don't go near the forest, or you'll face the beast. Beware of the forest, beware of the beast. Once you see its fangs, you'll never know peace." The villagers knew the song by heart and they knew the reason, though the monsters were only talked about in whispers. In a lullaby. The Eastern Forest was dangerous for it had been neglected, forgotten. The forest was dark. Even the lights from the moon, the stars and thousands of fireflies were not enough to illuminate the sky. Everyone knew that. For how could they forget. A stone had been carved for the purpose of everyone's protection. Sometimes the village young boys and girls dared each other to step to the edge of the

Morning came and Phil rushed to wake his brothers, their mother and father will be home soon from their journey. He shook them until they moaned and groaned. “What?” Luther groaned, then glared at the brawny teen. “Accashia. Mom and Dad will be home soon.” That sentence alone from Phil was enough to awoke Luther’s hazy mind. ‘Of course.’ How could he forget? “Is John up?” Phil shook his head. “No.” Luther grumbled under his breath and shoved Phil away from him. “Well, what are you doing then?! Go and wake him up!” “Ye–yes!” The skinny teen scrambled and ran to his brother’s room. “And go on and wake up Jill too! Tell her to make breakfast!” After the three youngsters put on their clothes, shoes and grabbed a scissor and a pocket knife, they went back to the forest to set their sister free. They wondered if she was still crying, if she tried to escape and they laughed thinking how much she begged for mercy. They ran, running as fast as they could out of their humble village and

The full moon had risen last night. Never did she thought that the son of the Alpha — The King would survive. “That wretched Luntian.” The wicked witch hissed through gritted teeth. “That old hag really doesn't know how to mind her own goddamn business.” Sitting on the rusty throne, Ursula, the Wicked Witch combs her hair, her inch long fingers dragging and combing the straight black locks. Her smooth pale skin contrasted her black and purple cloak that pooled down to her ankles. Ruby lips, violet eyes. A beautiful face. Men from all over the world would fall for her ethereal beauty. Only there’s a secret behind that beautiful face and youth. She sold her soul to one of the Seven demons. Before she became this beautiful, she was one of the faithful Shaman’s who served the Kingdom of Shaldan. But things changed, her heart changed. And even after hundreds of years of the Kingdom’s decimation, she cannot move on. Not until every single descendant of the Alpha is killed and turned int

“How could you do that to your sister?!” Was Ember’s frustrated holler at the three young men standing in front of her. The three looked down from shame. Not only receiving scoldings from their mother but from the village Shaman as well.Accashia was put to sleep, the Shaman doing a ritual that helped the young woman relax, mixing herbs and salt. As the middle aged woman continued to scold and reprimand her children, the Shaman looked at Accashia. “This young woman had been touched by the beast.” She whispered to herself. Remembering the stories of old, how the legend of the Eastern Kingdom went to chaos, the Shaman closed her eyes. From her satchel, she took out a pouch that contained a mixture of salt, sage and coal. Saying her enchantments, the old woman drizzled the mixture on Accashia’s face, hands and chest. Her eyes remained closed as she continued chanting. Praying to the spirits for guidance, for answers on what could’ve happened to the young woman. ‘Beast’ ‘Mate’ ‘Shald

Though she still feels pain with every movement that she makes, Accashia follows Luntian without any protest or objections. The Shaman leads her to the bonfire, and when they are seated comfortably on the log, Luntian throws a mix of salt and zirconium at the fire. It made a sizzling noise, the minerals cracking until it turned to smoke. As the smoke rose to the sky, Luntian stood up, raising her hands. And when she did, the smoke formed a castle. A fortress, strong. Sturdy and the castle walls are high. Accashia sat with lips parted from awe. Her eyes twinkled along with the embers of fire that danced with every whirl and twirl of Luntian’s hands. And so, she begins to tell the tale of how the Kingdom of Shaldan fell from its glory. “In an ancient Kingdom, a Beast of black and white reigned . He was sovereign, graceful. And with his Queen, the Luna named Galathea, they were undefeatable. The were-people loved them. For they were kind, gentle and benevolent. His army consisted of