บททั้งหมดของ Whispers Of Ember Hallow: The Luna's Awakening : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

We heard the girl's scream up front. A loud, piercing wail that shook the very trees. What type of agony could cause such a scream?I didn't wait to find out and bolted in the opposite direction of the shriek. I wasn't going back to that camp. No, I'm going to find a way to survive with Lyra in these woods. I ran as fast as I could, not looking back to see if something was following me. The screams suddenly multiplied and grew louder. They were all coming from behind meMy legs were ready to give out, but I kept running, not stopping for a second. All at once, the screaming stopped. Everywhere went eerily quiet. It was that type of unsettling quiet like back at the camp. I think whatever this thing was, it got to the soldiers as well. But there was no screaming at the camp, so it must have drawn them out. I spotted a small hole and quickly jumped inside, not stopping to think about what could be in there. It had to be safer than whatever was chasing us. "Lyra, are you okay?"

As the first ray of dawn broke through the trees, the army started their journey. The roar of military engines filled the air. A fleet of armored trucks and transport vehicles lined up along the edge of the forest.The soldiers, clad in tactical gear, moved with practiced efficiency, preparing for the final leg of their journey.I stood beside one of the transport trucks, my gaze scanning the rows of vehicles.The scent of diesel and the metallic tang of the armor were familiar.I was assigned to ride with a soldier with a stern demeanor but a clear sense of duty.According to what Alpha Kaelen mentioned, the trip to Wolfhaven could take up to five days, despite the vehicles, because of the army's size. We traveled all day, only stopping to rest and eat.There was no sleep at all, but I didn't voice any complaints. I was determined to prove myself to Alpha Kaelen. On the third night, Alpha Kaelen decided we should rest. Something tells me he did it because of me and I hated it. I

I stood there amidst the other recruits, a motley crew of young men and women, all with the same haunted look in their eyes.They were war children, much like myself. Before us stood the man who had been addressing us, and his visage was clear to me. His hair was a wild, untamed mess of silver and black, long and flowing.His piercing green eyes scanned the group, settling on me for a moment. If I had found Alpha Kaelen intimidating, this man would have suppressed him by far. "Welcome, recruits," his voice resonated. "I am Captain Kael. Today marks the beginning of your journey. You will be trained in combat, survival skills, to become something more than what you are." He clapped his hands together, the sound reverberating through the area. "Let the training begin!" We were immediately thrown into a whirlwind of activities. We were taught basic combat techniques, how to move with speed and agility, how to use our bodies as weapons. I struggled. My body was weak. My hands tre

Sweat trickled down my forehead, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. I faced off against a girl, my sparring partner, taller yet leaner than me. Our practice fight had been fierce, a whirlwind of strikes, kicks, and grapples.I had progressed in sparring. Gone were the days of stumbling; I had learned to anticipate my partner's moves, my reflexes sharpened by endless hours of training. Seven moons had passed since the shifting incident. Elara and Leon dedicated every spare moment to my training. From the sun's peek, to the moon's rise, we trained relentlessly. It was grueling.Somedays, my body begged for rest, but I persevered. I made a vow to myself.Those tireless training hours paid off. Now, facing my adversary, I felt assured I could hold my own for a few rounds. We circled each other, awaiting the signal to commence."Begin!" Captain Kael bellowed. I made the first move. I launched forward, my fist a blur as it connected with her jaw. She staggered but swiftly remained

"Hello," a voice greeted behind me. I turned, and my breath hitched in my throat. The man standing behind me was towering, his broad shoulders filling the space between me and the wall.His dark, brown hair was swept back from his face, revealing features that were both sharp and gentle.His gray eyes, the hue of a misty morning, held a depth that seemed to pierce through me. They were framed by thick, dark lashes that cast a shadow over his cheekbones, adding to his enigmatic aura. He donned a luxurious velvet doublet, the material shimmering with gold thread, and his trousers were crafted from the finest black silk. A bejeweled sword hung at his side, a symbol of his authority, yet it seemed to blend seamlessly with his elegant form. Taken aback, I didn't rise to greet him. I had never encountered such a striking man, and my heart pounded in my chest. A burly guard, clad in armor, stepped forward, his hand reaching for my arm. "Rise, girl! This is the Prince!" he barked, his