Todos los capítulos de Remnants of Alpha's blood : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The sun had barely risen when I felt the familiar breeze glide in through the open window. Morning in Setvastl always smelled like dew, soil, and woodsmoke. It was gentle—the kind of peace that wraps around your shoulders like a warm blanket and makes you forget the world outside even exists.Selena was humming in the kitchen, her voice soft and low. The scent of roasted yam filled the air. Valen was probably outside tending to the goats, his quiet whistle weaving through the morning sounds. And me? I had one plan for today: play.“Come on, sleepy head!”That voice.Of course—it was him.Standing by the edge of our gate was Jareth. He was my best friend, the kind that knew when I was lying even if I blinked too fast. We’d grown up side by side, raced on muddy paths, and shared dreams under moonlit skies. He always looked at me like I was braver than I felt.I skipped breakfast, grabbed a chunk of roasted yam in one hand, and ran out to meet him.We played like time didn’t exist—racing

The place felt different now.I wandered around the old building—one of those half-fallen places Jareth and I once claimed as our kingdom. Our battleground. Our fortress. It was crumbling now, its bones creaking with time and silence. Back then, we’d grab sticks and shout like warriors, defending imaginary lands from invisible monsters.Now, it just looked like a graveyard of memories.I walked to the corner where we used to argue over who got to be the hero. I smiled, a broken, short smile."Protectors, huh?" I whispered bitterly.Then my voice dropped to something softer. “What kind of protector can’t even protect her friend… when he needed her the most?”The words fell heavy on the floor like broken glass. I sank down, my back pressing against the cold stone wall, knees to my chest, arms around them. Then I cried. Not the pretty kind. The ugly, gasping kind of crying—the kind that drags your soul down with it. I wept until the sky dimmed and my eyes ached. Then I stood and went hom

Finally out questions about the drones was Finally answered.That morning, I had no reason to think the day would end in fire.I was returning from the roadside stalls, humming softly as I adjusted the basket under my arm. The sun was high, the market half-crowded with the usual clamor—shouts over vegetable prices, children weaving through legs, goats bleating from tethered posts. A regular day.Until it wasn’t.There was no warning, just a sharp shift in the wind, followed by the sudden descent of the first drone. A mechanical whine pierced the air like a scream. The drones wasn't acting normal they became It was faster, more aggressive blasting everything thing in sight with lasers beam—its sides shimmered with heat and intention. Then came the flash.Screams tore through the market as the drone fired into a vendor’s cart—wood, metal, and fruit exploded in a burst of flames and splinters taking the lives of some people instantly. People scattered, some screaming, some frozen in disb

Darkness wrapped around me like a second skin. I lay on the cold, unforgiving metal floor, staring blankly at the ceiling that never changed. The dim lights flickered sometimes, as if mocking the flicker of life left inside me. I wasn’t sure how many days had passed since I was captured. Time had no meaning here. Hunger didn’t even feel like hunger anymore—it was just a dull ache, like everything else inside me.Sleep came in fragments, haunted and broken. And when it did, so did the dream.It always began with wolves.Their eyes glowed like dying stars, their teeth bared—not in threat, but in warning. They stood at the edge of a burning forest, unmoving, regal, surrounded by smoke and cinders. The trees groaned as they fell, flames licking the sky like bloodied tongues. I would run—always run—but the wolves never chased. They simply watched. Like they were waiting for me to understand something I couldn’t grasp.In one of the dreams, the largest wolf stepped forward. Its fur shimmere

The car that took me away from the hospital was black—sleek, soundless, and guarded on both sides like I was a prisoner… or treasure. I didn’t know which.The windows were tinted so dark I couldn’t see anything outside. I sat stiffly, dressed in white cotton, my wrists sore from days of restraints. No one spoke. Not the driver. Not the two guards. Not me.I felt the silence in my throat, like a scream I’d swallowed and couldn’t cough back up.Then the gate opened.It wasn’t a house. It was a world.The estate stretched wide like a kingdom carved from gold and shadows. Roads paved in marbled black stone. Fountains weeping silver into obsidian pools. Glass towers glowing under the setting sun. Roses climbed the walls in terrifying beauty—blood-red, untouchable. Everything smelled expensive. Clean. Hollow.A place outside the normal world.It was also freedom.No rats. No chains. No cold metal floors or whispered sobs in the dark.I wasn’t behind a cage anymore.I stood on imported grass