บททั้งหมดของ Never Alone : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

NEVER ALONE Chapter 12: The Blood of a King The archive room was silent. Ethan stood in the center of the chamber, still holding the faded photograph of his parents. His hands trembled slightly. The smiling faces in the picture felt unreal. For twenty-four years he had believed he had no family. No past. No one who cared about him. But now— “They died protecting me?” Ethan asked quietly. Commander Hayes nodded. “Yes.” Raven watched Ethan carefully. She had never seen him look this shaken before. Lucian, however, seemed unusually quiet. His golden eyes were fixed on the photograph in Ethan’s hands. Ethan slowly looked up. “So let me understand this.” His voice was steady, but anger simmered beneath it. “My father was an Alpha King.” “Yes.” “My mother was human.” “Yes.” “And some monster killed them?” Hayes’ expression darkened. “The Overlord.” The name felt heavy in the air. Ethan frowned. “And this Overlord just… woke up tonight?” Lucian finally spoke.

Chapter 14: The King’s Wrath The entire hangar trembled. Cracks spread across the concrete floor as two overwhelming powers filled the massive underground chamber. On one side stood Ethan, silver light burning in his eyes. On the other stood the Overlord, his crimson gaze calm and terrifying. Between them, the air itself seemed to vibrate. Neither king moved. But every creature in the room could feel it. The clash of rulers. Lucian exhaled slowly. “Well,” he muttered, “this is officially bad.” Raven stood beside Ethan, her blue blade glowing again. “Ethan… listen to me,” she whispered urgently. “He’s stronger than anything we’ve faced before.” But Ethan barely heard her. His eyes were locked on the Overlord. The monster who killed his parents. The Overlord stepped forward slowly. Every creature moved aside to clear his path. Even the massive Alpha Hunter lowered its head. The Overlord spoke calmly. “You look just like him.” Ethan’s fists clenched. “My father?” “

Chapter 16: The Heart of the War The hangar had become a warzone. Concrete pillars splintered into jagged shards, and fires flickered across broken walls. Smoke and dust filled the air, making it difficult to breathe. The roar of monsters echoed endlessly, mingling with gunfire, screams, and the violent crackle of energy clashing across the battlefield. But Ethan moved forward, undeterred. Silver light radiated from his eyes, a storm of pure Alpha King power that no creature dared to challenge. Ahead, the Overlord waited. Crimson energy surged around him, a living darkness that made the air itself feel heavy. Every monster in the room—controlled, corrupted, or loyal—seemed to gravitate toward him, a tide of malevolent power ready to crush anything in its path. Ethan clenched his fists, feeling the surge of energy in his veins. He could feel the blood of his father, of the Alpha Kings before him, mingling with his own human heart. He had learned to lead, to command, and to inspi

Chapter 18: Secrets of the Overlord The sanctuary was eerily quiet after the battle. Smoke lingered in the air, and the groaning of the fractured mountain echoed through the corridors. Broken walls revealed the sky outside, streaked red from the fires and explosions that had torn the underground fortress apart. Ethan walked slowly through the rubble, silver energy still shimmering faintly in his eyes. Around him, the Alpha Hunter moved with silent grace, eyes scanning for any remaining threats. Lucian hovered nearby, wings of golden light flickering like molten fire. Raven moved cautiously beside Ethan, her blue blade dim but ready. “We survived,” Raven said quietly, though her voice trembled. “I can’t believe it…” Ethan didn’t respond immediately. His mind was racing. The Overlord had retreated, but his warning echoed in Ethan’s thoughts: “The world will fall, and I will be waiting.” Lucian broke the silence. “He’s not gone forever. And he’s smarter than any opponent you’ve face

Chapter 20: The True Alpha King The sanctuary had begun its slow recovery. The once-pristine corridors were now jagged, scarred reminders of the battles fought and the chaos endured. Smoke still lingered in some corners, and the air carried the sharp tang of blood and metal. Ethan walked through the central hall, his silver eyes scanning every detail. Soldiers and creatures alike moved with quiet precision, repairing walls, checking energy conduits, and tending to the wounded. Yet the weight of command was heavier than any wall or weapon—they all depended on him. And the knowledge that the Overlord had only retreated, not surrendered, made every heartbeat tense. Lucian hovered beside him, wings of gold casting flickering shadows across the debris. “You handled Ryker well,” he said. “But that was just a taste. The Overlord won’t make the same mistakes twice.” Ethan clenched his fists. “I’ve learned more in these last battles than I ever thought possible. Every betrayal, every chall