All Chapters of Remnants of Alpha's blood : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

My mind is a haze.My memories, like the town I come from—Setvastl—are foggy, fractured, and blurred at the edges.I’ve never had the luxury of knowing who I really am. I guess I got used to it—the uncertainty, the questions with no answers. My foster father used to say, “The less you know, the safer you are.” Maybe that’s why I stopped asking. Or maybe… I never truly wanted to know.Oh—my name’s Elira.At least, that’s what everyone calls me.Except for my foster parents. They just call me Eli, which I always hated. It makes me sound like a toddler lost at a shopping mall. But they never changed it—“Mum” and “Dad” were quite persistent. Not that I can blame them.They adopted me after a supposed accident took my biological parents. I say supposed because I don’t remember a thing about them—no faces, no voices, not even the shape of their shadows. Still, Selena and Valen—my foster parents—loved me deeply, raised me with care, and made me feel like I belonged. For a long time, I believ

“Stop, please! You can’t—don’t! Noooo!”I screamed, thrashing wildly as I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My heart slammed against my chest like it was trying to escape. My breath came in short, panicked gasps.Before I could even catch my breath, Selena burst into the room. Her eyes were wide with worry, her silk nightgown barely clinging to her shoulders.“I heard you from my room,” she whispered, rushing to my side. She didn’t need to ask what had happened—my trembling body and haunted eyes told her everything. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, holding me close like she was trying to shield me from a world that had long stopped being safe.“It’s just a dream,” she whispered into my hair. “It’s over now. Just a bad dream.”But I knew it wasn’t. Not really.Morning crept in slowly, casting golden light over the small village of Setvastl. The sky, once painted in twilight blues, was now awash with an eerie calmness—as though the heavens themselves knew what today was.Today wa

Even after the Ukrainian Armed Forces finally pulled out of Setvastl, nothing truly returned to normal.The silence that followed wasn’t peace—it was the kind that made your bones itch. Streets were no longer filled with the clatter of returning merchants or the laughter of children chasing chickens down the alleys. Instead, a strange quiet wrapped itself around the village, tight like a noose.People tried to pretend. Markets reopened, though fewer stalls stood. Bakers lit their ovens, though the smell of burnt dough was no longer masked by spices or song. But beneath every glance, behind every half-hearted smile, there was one truth nobody wanted to admit aloud:We were still being watched.Because high above us, circling like patient vultures, were the drones.They came the day after the soldiers left—sleek machines with blinking red eyes and a soft, mechanical hum that never quite faded. They hovered like ghosts in the sky, tracking every movement, mapping every shadow. They never

I never thought I'd see the world outside Setvastl like this.When I dreamt of leaving, it was supposed to be with excitement in my chest and wind in my hair. I imagined palaces with towering spires, oceans stretching farther than eyes could see, and bustling cities glowing at night. But all of that was stolen the moment I opened my eyes to cold steel walls, the stink of dampness, and the weight of chains on my wrists.I was underground now—held by people I didn’t understand, for reasons I didn’t know. The Ukrainian soldiers barely spoke to me. They only watched, herded, and locked me away like I was something dangerous. Like I was a threat. Me? A girl whose entire world had just been blown to pieces?There were no windows in my cell. Just four thick walls and the faint, bitter drip of rusted pipes. The darkness wasn’t just around me—it had seeped inside. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. What was the point?But then, I heard her.A quiet hum. At first, I thought I was imagining it—anoth