All Chapters of Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31. Echoes of the Dream

The forest was silent after Thorne vanished, yet the echo of her cryptic prophecy still clung to me like frost on my skin. My knees felt like water, every muscle trembling as though my body was still dangling over the cliff’s edge. Kael’s arm remained steady around me, anchoring me to the earth. His grip was warm, firm, a tether I didn’t know I needed until this very moment. My breath stuttered out, uneven, but I forced myself to meet his eyes. “I’m fine,” I whispered, though the words felt hollow even to me. He studied me, wolf’s gaze searching, as if he could see through the lie and into the shivering heart beneath. He didn’t push—Kael never pushed—but his hand lingered against my arm, steadying me until I found my footing again. Then he turned to Fenrak. The outcast leaned against a stone, chest heaving, his shirt torn where claws had raked him earlier. He looked wild, feral almost, but still standing. And in his eyes—something softer than I expected. Kael approached him

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32. Blood Between Witches

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

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33. Into the Dungeon’s Maw

The air shifted the deeper we went.Above us, the Draven estate had been all velvet shadows and gilded cruelty, a home where wealth sat beside rot, as if decadence itself had learned to decay. But the dungeon beneath… it was older. Much older. This was no polished prison built for noble traitors. It was a crypt carved into the bones of the earth, meant for things that should never have walked the same ground as men.The stone walls bled damp. Rusted iron doors sagged on hinges, most cells yawning open like broken jaws. What little remained inside were scraps of forgotten horrors — heaps of straw black with mold, manacles welded to the walls by corrosion, and worse… bodies. Or what was left of them. Some were only piles of bones curled into fetal shapes. Others still clung to shreds of flesh, leathery and shriveled, as if their suffering had stretched them into effigies of death.I kept close to Kael. My steps faltered at each corpse, each sound of dripping water echoing too loud in th

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

34. A Calm Before the Storm

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

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35. A Breath Before The Storm

Rhea’s POVThe woods felt different after Thorne’s words. Heavy. Every rustle of branches whispered of things I wasn’t ready to face. Violet’s face was pale as we moved through the undergrowth, her breaths short, almost ragged. I didn’t need to say it, but I did anyway, because silence was worse.“We shouldn’t have told her,” I whispered.Violet’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I know. I thought—” Her voice cracked. “I thought she was different. But telling her about our plan… gods, Rhea, what if she turns on us?”I shook my head, more to convince myself than her. “Then we fix it. We tell Kael and Fenrak everything. Before it’s too late.”The night stretched endlessly before us, trees clawing at the sky, branches blotting out what little moonlight dared to shine. I pushed forward, refusing to let fear weigh down my steps. The memory of Thorne’s voice—cryptic, haunting, promising protection yet danger—gnawed at the edges of my mind.When we broke through the final stretch of forest, t

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36. A Gathering Storm

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

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37. A Gathering Storm (Part II)

The forest shuddered. Nyxara’s scream had died in her throat, cut short by the steel that split her heart. Kael tore the blade free and the witch’s body crumpled to the earth, her blood soaking into the soil. For a heartbeat, all was silence—then the woods convulsed. A ripple tore through Ashwood as if the trees themselves recoiled. Branches twisted and groaned, leaves shriveled into ash midair, and the earth split in shallow cracks. The storm had not passed. It had only begun. Mirelda’s eyes widened in disbelief. She staggered forward, dropping to her knees beside her sister’s corpse. For the first time, her ancient composure shattered. Her lips trembled. “Nyxara…” Then her face twisted into madness. “You’ll pay for this!” she shrieked, her voice cutting through the night like broken glass. Her hand snapped forward, lightning exploding from her fingertips. The bolt slammed into Kael as he bent to lift Rhea from the dirt, tossing him across the clearing. He hit a tree with

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

38. Whispers in the Dark

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

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39. Ashwood’s Veins

The ride back to Draven Estate was heavy with silence. The forest whispered around them, branches creaking under the weight of secrets that never slept. Moonlight slanted through the canopy, painting Fenrak’s arms as he carried Violet against his chest. She barely stirred, her head lolling against his shoulder, her skin pale as parchment. Every so often, her breath caught—ragged, shallow—but she clung to life, and Fenrak clung to her.Kael walked ahead, his stride relentless, as if distance itself could not tire him. His silence was louder than thunder, each step echoing his fury.The gates of Draven Estate loomed at last, carved iron swirled into wolves and thorns, standing taller than any man. Lanterns burned along the stone pillars, their flames steady, unaffected by the wind. Even after centuries, the estate stood proud: a fortress of old wealth and older bloodlines, its walls wrapped in ivy that had climbed there before Kael’s birth.Inside, the entry hall opened like a cathedral

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40. The Hunt

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

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