บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The Hollow Realm was alive with whispers. They slithered along the cavern walls like veins of smoke, voices of the forest long devoured and trapped here. The chamber of the Daughters stretched wide, carved from the roots of ancient trees that no longer existed in the waking world. The air shimmered faintly, as though a veil separated this place from the reality outside. Shadows shifted unnaturally, always moving, always watching.And at the center of it all, three figures stood in a circle.Mirelda, with her hair black as crow’s wings and eyes that gleamed like sharpened glass, leaned forward with venom in her voice. Her fingers traced idle lines in the air, each movement leaving sparks of green flame that fizzled into the dark.Nyxara, her twin in cruelty but not in shape, towered like a withered tree. Her lips curved into a disdainful smile, sharp and knowing, while the folds of her gown swayed as if alive, breathing with her.Between them stood Thorne. Paler than the moon, her hair

The forest was quiet in a way that made even wolves uneasy. Ashwood’s canopy loomed overhead, branches interlocking like skeletal fingers, blotting out the moonlight. The air was damp, charged with the weight of whispers that seemed to crawl from the earth itself. Varek moved with the stiffness of someone unshackled too recently, the iron of his captivity still lingering in his veins. Beside him, Alder’s stride was smoother, more deliberate—but his eyes flicked constantly through the trees, restless and wary.A single torch glowed ahead, its orange light cutting through the endless black. They reached a small clearing, where Eloria and Marek stood as if they had been waiting for hours.Eloria’s crimson cloak swayed gently in the breeze, her dark hair spilling across her shoulders like ink. Her eyes glittered with that infuriating mixture of wisdom and cruelty, the kind that mocked without words. Marek was her opposite: broad, shrouded in heavy robes marked with sigils of the Order of

The air in Ashwood carried a weight of silence that didn’t feel natural. Not the quiet peace of the forest but the heavy, waiting stillness of predators before a strike.Alder was the last to arrive at the clearing where they had gathered. Her boots crunched against the earth as Kael, Fenrak, Rhea, Violet, and Varek turned toward him. Her hood shadowed her eyes, but the faint curl of her lips betrayed her.She gave Varek the slightest nod.A signal.The plan was intact.Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Where were you?” Her voice carried suspicion, but not enough to draw a blade—yet.“Keeping an eye on the woods,” Alder replied smoothly, folding her arms. “No sight of the creature. The path to the Hollow is clear. We should begin before the night deepens.”Kael didn’t believe her, Rhea could see it in the way his jaw tightened. Still, there was no time for more questions.Violet stepped forward, her hands trembling slightly as she whispered the incantation. Shadows bent around her, twisting her

The battlefield still breathed smoke. Ash curled through the air like whispers of the dead, drifting across torn soil and broken bodies. Wolves lay scattered in the ruin—some whimpering, some forever still. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if it too recoiled from what had been unleashed.Kael tore through the wreckage, every step pounding with rage. His chest rose and fell like a beast barely contained. Blood streaked his jaw, and his voice was a snarl that carried into the silence.“Where is she?!”His roar echoed, scattering crows into the bruised sky. The sound alone was enough to make even his surviving wolves lower their heads, ears flat, unwilling to meet his eyes.Fenrak stood a few paces away, one arm wrapped protectively around Violet. His chest was gashed, his jaw swollen, but his grip on her was steady. Violet’s face was pale, her breaths shallow. Blood trickled from a cut along her temple, and her eyes—half-lidded, glassy—searched the clearing.“Where… where is she

The Draven estate had gone silent by the time Kael and Fenrak left. Violet lay unconscious in her chamber, her breath shallow but steady, tended by the nurse who rarely asked questions. Marek’s blood still stained the courtyard stones. Yet neither wolf lingered; the night was not theirs to rest in.Ashwood spread wide before them, black as a wound. Clouds bruised the moon, breaking its light into slivers, while the forest whispered with things unseen. Kael moved with purpose, cloak heavy over his shoulders, every step a silent vow. Fenrak matched his pace, lean and watchful, his eyes sharp even in shadow.They did not speak until the glow of distant torches marked the hidden approach to the Order of Ash’s chambers. The ruined monastery loomed like a carcass against the treeline, its towers broken, its stones veined with creeping ivy. A faint hum of power lingered there, the residue of spells layered thick over centuries.From their vantage point in the trees, they waited.The doors of