บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA'S HEIR : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The battle had been long, grueling, and, in the end, victorious. The ground around the ruins still smoldered, the heavy stench of smoke mixing with the damp air of the evening. The remnants of the once-glorious artifact chamber lay scattered across the rocky expanse, an eerie silence now hanging in the place that had once held so much power. The group of survivors stood together, bruised but alive, staring at the destruction they had caused in order to end Victor’s reign.Elena stood at the edge of the rubble, her eyes distant, her thoughts far away. She couldn’t quite grasp the weight of it all. The Heart’s magic had been destroyed, but the scars it had left behind still burned deep inside her. As much as she tried to push the thoughts away, the memories kept creeping in. The terror, the bloodshed, the haunting visions—it all felt too much to process.Lucas, sensing her inner turmoil, walked quietly toward her. His boots crunched against the rubble as he approached, the sound breakin

The ground trembled beneath their feet, a deep rumble that spread across the landscape like a warning. Lucas gripped the hilt of his sword, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the sky had begun to shift from the calm blue to a foreboding shade of crimson. The air itself seemed charged with a strange, oppressive energy. The earth groaned again, louder this time, as if the very fabric of the world was being torn apart.“What is that?” Seraphina’s voice was a mixture of awe and fear as she peered over the edge of the cliff. Her keen eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of the growing disturbance.Lucas didn’t answer right away. His thoughts raced, trying to piece together what they had just witnessed—the rift in the earth, the pulse of dark energy. There had been a long moment of eerie silence before the ground had started to tremble, but the silence had shattered when a monstrous shape began to rise from the chasm. His blood ran cold as the shadowy figure loomed over the horizon,

The fire crackled in the center of the camp, the flames dancing in the twilight as the group settled around it. The night air was cool, but the tension in the air was palpable. Elena sat apart from the others, her eyes distant, her thoughts far away. The Heart’s power still pulsed through her, and she could feel it—alive and hungry, constantly pulling at her, trying to dominate her every thought. It had been days since the battle, and the damage was still fresh in her mind. The Heart’s power had been unleashed, and she had no control over what it did.Her fingers grazed her chest, where the amulet had once been. The feeling was still there, the connection still strong, even though the physical bond had been severed. In its place, something darker remained—a shadow that she couldn’t shake, something that whispered to her in the quiet moments when she was alone.Lucas had noticed her withdrawal, of course. He had always been observant. He had tried to reach out, tried to pull her from h

The forest was eerily quiet, broken only by the crunch of Elena’s boots against the damp undergrowth. She had been walking for hours, unsure of her destination but certain of one thing: she couldn’t stay with the group. Not while the Heart’s whispers grew louder with every passing moment.“You don’t need them,” the voice cooed inside her mind, smooth and insidious. “They’re afraid of you. They’ll never understand your strength.”Elena clutched her head, her fingers trembling. “Leave me alone,” she whispered, though no one was there to hear. She stumbled over a root, catching herself against a tree. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on her breathing, anything to drown out the Heart’s voice.But it was relentless.“They’ll turn on you the first chance they get. You know this. Look what happened to Victor. He trusted them, and they betrayed him. You’re better off alone.”“Stop!” she cried out, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her face as she sank to her knees. She wanted to bel

The forest trembled with an unnatural energy as the group stood frozen, the shadowy figure from the vortex towering before them. Its presence seemed to warp the air, making it difficult to breathe. Lucas stepped forward, his sword drawn, the moonlight glinting off its blade.“Spread out!” he barked, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart. “Protect Elena at all costs!”Seraphina didn’t wait for further orders. She surged forward, her silver sword flashing as she struck at the creature. The blade sliced through its form, but the shadow simply reassembled, laughing with a voice that echoed from everywhere and nowhere.“Do you truly believe you can stop me?” the figure hissed. “You’re nothing but insects against the tide of darkness.”Marcus hesitated, his bow in hand, but his fingers wouldn’t draw the string. His eyes darted to Elena, who stood at the rear, clutching the relic tightly. The artifact glowed faintly, as if responding to the threat.“Elena!” Marcus shouted. “Do s