บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The Hollow pulsed with an eerie, living darkness as the Watcher crawled back through its jagged entrance, its monstrous form shuddering. The creature’s breathing came in harsh, guttural growls; deep gashes carved into its scaled hide dripped with black ichor, steaming where it met the cold earth. Its talons scraped against the stone floor, leaving deep grooves as it slumped before its masters.Nyxara crouched low, her pale fingers curling beneath its massive jaw, lifting its head to meet her glowing silver gaze. The creature’s eyes burned faintly red but flickered, dimmed by exhaustion.“Hold still,” she whispered, voice like a hiss of wind through dead trees. Her other hand traced runes in the air, threads of black and violet magic snaking around the Watcher’s wounds. The gashes hissed and smoked as the magic sealed them, stopping the blood flow but leaving scars that glimmered faintly in the Hollow’s dim light.Behind her, Mirelda knelt with a bowl carved from bone, scooping thick,

The forest was not the same after the battle.Violet’s boots pressed into damp soil, each step whispering in echoes of violence. She could still sense the residual energy lingering in the air—ashes of fury and blood, the metallic tang of wounds, the raw heat of unleashed power. The place where Kael and Marek had nearly torn each other apart, where the Watcher had descended, carried a silence too heavy for ordinary woods. It was the silence of something watching.Her fingers brushed the silver chain around her neck, feeling the cold pendant pulsing faintly against her skin. A reminder of Rhea, of why she was here. She crouched near the spot where the earth was clawed open from Kael’s strikes, where mud had mixed with blood, and whispered under her breath:“Show me.”Scooping a handful of soil, she flung it upward. The dirt scattered into the night air, drifting like dark sparks. For a moment, nothing answered. No sign. No whisper. Just the breath of trees swaying above her.Then came t

Rhea’s POV The smoke clung to me like a shroud.It filled my lungs with every shallow breath, the taste of ash and iron staining my tongue. My body felt heavy, pinned down by exhaustion and pain, but somewhere beneath it all was the echo of Kael’s voice — sharp, commanding, calling my name through the chaos.I forced my eyes open. The forest swam in and out of focus, trees veiled in drifting smoke that blurred their edges. My ears rang, a dull, endless hum that made it hard to tell if the battle was truly over. My last memory was of snarling jaws, claws raking the ground, and Kael’s figure locked in combat just beyond reach.Now, silence.A shape moved through the smoke. My chest seized, fear snapping me awake. My arms trembled as I tried to drag myself backward, but pain flared down my leg — twisted, swollen, useless. The figure drew closer. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Eyes catching light even in the haze.“Easy,” a voice said.Fenrak.Relief surged, chased immediately by unease. He loo

Rhea’s POV“Kael,” I whisper into the dark.A howl rips the forest open.It rolls across the trees like thunder, and the wolves in the shadows flinch. Then he’s there—bursting through the brush with Violet at his side, a few Draven wolves fanning behind them. He doesn’t need to shift; the force of him is enough. His eyes burn gold, and the air tightens as if the night itself bows.The Order’s wolves hesitate. Even Eloria narrows her eyes, her lips curving in a slow, cold line that isn’t a smile.Kael doesn’t look at her. He doesn’t look at the witches. He looks at me.“Rhea—are you hurt?” His voice is low and rough, the sound of a promise.I shake my head, breath catching. “No—I’m okay.”Fenrak steps in before I can say more, sliding just a half-step between me and everyone else—not blocking Kael, just… standing with me. “She’s safe,” he says, steady. “I’ve kept her safe. If you want her alive, we work together.”The forest holds its breath.Kael’s gaze lifts to Fenrak. For one long s

The night was not quiet when the storm moved on.The air still hissed with the residue of power, the tang of ozone clinging to every breath. The earth was littered with bodies—broken, torn, lifeless. Order members sprawled where they had fallen, their black robes soaked in blood and rain, faces frozen in the silence of death. Smoke curled upward from scorched soil where spells had clashed and shattered, faint embers glowing like dying stars.Above it all, the battle raged still, though its song had shifted from chaos to something sharper, more deliberate.Eloria stood at the heart of it, her hands raised high, her silver hair plastered to her cheeks with sweat and rain. The glow of her power flickered like lightning in her veins, each spell bursting from her fingers with a crack that tore the night open. Her eyes burned with fury and desperation, their fire mirrored by the storms she had summoned to hold the line.Opposite her, two figures moved with impossible grace—sisters bound in