All Chapters of SILVER FANG SUTRA THE DOCTOR OF WAR: Chapter 111
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Chapter 111: The Crimson Siege
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 111: The Crimson Siege1. Blood at the BordersThe crimson forest moaned like a wounded beast. Every gust of wind carried the scent of iron and rot. The surviving scouts had barely drawn breath before the first shadows began to coil at the treeline.Azael stood before the den, his fire-crowned silhouette defying the dark tide creeping closer. His wolves gathered behind him, their eyes wide, their faith cracked but not yet broken.Lyra moved to his side, her moonblade raised, the faint silver glow trembling in her grip. Her words cut through the silence.“They’re not here to test us. They’re here to erase us.”Azael’s reply was low, the fire in his chest steadying him.“Then let them learn that fire does not erase—it consumes.”2. Fangbreaker’s ArrivalThe shadow-wolves came first—dozens, then hundreds, each one forged from darkness and bound by the Council’s s
Chapter 112: Duel of Brothers
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 112: Duel of Brothers1. The Silence Before the StormAsh floated across the battlefield like black snow. Wolves—both flesh and shadow—lay broken on the ground, the forest groaning as though it, too, bled.Azael’s chest heaved, each breath a flame barely clinging to life. His silver fire wavered, dimmed by exhaustion but fueled by something deeper—an oath made long before this night.Kael stood opposite him, chains slithering over his body like living serpents. His eye burned red with a hunger that had devoured his soul long ago. Behind him, the shadow army pulsed, waiting, feeding, breathing with him.For the first time in years, the battlefield fell quiet. Every surviving wolf, every surviving shadow, every scarred tree leaned into the silence, waiting for the next strike.2. Words Sharpened Like BladesKael’s laugh was soft, almost tender, but it cut like glass.
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Chapter 113: The Council’s Chains Tighten
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 113: The Council’s Chains Tighten1. Ashes of a BrotherThe forest reeked of burnt iron and blood. The wolves moved slowly among the fallen, lifting the wounded, whispering the names of the dead. There was no joy in their survival, no victory in the silence that followed.Azael stood apart, his claws blackened, his chest rising and falling with the weight of something no fire could cleanse. Kael’s broken body lay at his feet, chains still hissing faintly as the last of their power dissolved into smoke.Lyra approached cautiously, her steps deliberate, her voice soft.“He chose his path, Azael. You gave him mercy, even in his end.”Azael’s gaze didn’t leave the corpse. His voice was gravel.“Mercy would have been saving him before the chains claimed him. What I gave was fire. Nothing more.”For the first time, Lyra did not argue. She only stood beside him, her silence t
Chapter 114: The Beast Unleashed
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 114: The Beast Unleashed1. The Warning in BloodThe wounded scout collapsed at Azael’s feet, his chest heaving, his blood soaking into the dirt. His eyes were wide with terror, his claws shaking as though even speaking of what he had seen invited its wrath.“They… they woke it,” he gasped, coughing crimson. “The Council… opened the black pits… the chains broke… and now it hunts.”Azael knelt, gripping the wolf’s shoulder, forcing him to focus.“What did you see?”The scout’s voice cracked. “Not shadow. Not flesh. Both. A beast that drinks fire, that devours howls. We fought… and none of us returned.”The scout shuddered once more, then stilled forever.The wolves around Azael growled in unease, their hackles rising, the scent of dread thickening in the night. Lyra’s hand tightened on her moonblade.“What kind of monster bleeds wolves dry like this?”
Chapter 115: The Silver Inferno
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 115: The Silver Inferno1. The Breaking PointThe battlefield burned. Wolves screamed, the air thick with ash and blood. The Behemoth’s second head thrashed, belching black fire that turned trees into pillars of molten coal.Azael clung to its back, his claws buried deep into the searing hide. The Sutra roared inside him, every verse clawing at his mind:Unchain yourself. Burn them all. Become what you were made to be.His body trembled. His veins glowed faintly beneath his skin, silver light leaking through every scar.Below, Lyra staggered to her feet. She snatched her moonblade from the dirt, her arms shaking, blood dripping from her jaw. Her eyes locked onto Azael above, fighting alone against the impossible.“Don’t give in to it!” she screamed, her voice hoarse but fierce. “You’re not its slave—you’re ours!”Her cry cut through the Sutra’s whispers for a
Chapter 116: Shadows Watching
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 116: Shadows Watching1. The Alpha FallsThe battlefield was quiet. Too quiet.The Behemoth’s ash still drifted across the ruined clearing, glowing faintly as if the monster’s rage refused to die. Wolves limped among the wreckage, pulling comrades from the dirt, binding wounds with torn cloth, blades, and strips of fur.But all eyes—every single one—were locked on Azael.He lay in Lyra’s arms, silver fire dimming into faint embers across his torn flesh. His breath was shallow, ragged, almost silent. Every time his chest rose, it was as if the entire pack exhaled with relief. Every time it faltered, dread tightened in their throats.“He… he destroyed it,” one young wolf whispered, awe and fear tangled in his voice.“But at what cost?” another muttered.Lyra cradled him closer, her moonblade discarded, her bloodied hands trembling as they brushed across his jaw. His skin
Chapter 117: The Dreaming Flame
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 117: The Dreaming Flame1. The Fire InsideDarkness pressed in.Azael floated in it, weightless, his body drifting through a void that wasn’t silence but a low, endless hum—like the sound of blood roaring in the ears of a dying man.And then came the fire.It curled around him in tendrils of silver and black, licking his skin without burning. It whispered in a thousand voices that were all his own.“You let me out.”“You tasted it.”“And now you’ll never lock me away again.”Azael snarled, struggling, but there were no chains here. No ground. No sky. Just flame and whispers.“Show yourself!” he roared.The fire answered.From the void, a figure stepped forward. His figure was tall, broad-shouldered, his face half-hidden beneath a wolf’s skull. The silver flame burned in his veins like rivers of molten light. His eyes—Azael’s eyes—glo
Chapter 118: The Fire That Devours
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 118: The Fire That Devours1. The Alpha on FireThe night glowed silver.Every tree, every stone, every terrified face was lit by the firestorm that poured from Azael’s body. He stood at the center of the camp, shoulders heaving, claws dripping flame that hissed and crawled across the dirt like molten blood.The wolves kept their distance. They had faced monsters, fought assassins, stared into the Behemoth’s maw without flinching—but the sight of their Alpha wrapped in living fire made even the bravest hesitate.Lyra alone stepped forward.Her heart thundered in her chest, but she forced her feet forward, her hand reaching out.“Azael,” she whispered, voice steady despite the trembling in her bones. “It’s me. Look at me.”For a moment, his eyes flickered—grey fighting silver, human fighting Sutra. His lips parted as though her voice reached him through the storm.<
Chapter 119: The Executioner Descends
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 119: The Executioner Descends1. Quiet Before the StormThe camp was still.The wolves had finally settled, though the unease in their eyes had not faded. They whispered of fire and shadows, of their Alpha standing against the Sutra’s curse and bending it.But Azael sat apart from them, his body wrapped in bandages that steamed faintly where the fire had seared him. Lyra knelt at his side, her own palm blistered raw, though she had said nothing of her pain.“You shouldn’t have touched me,” Azael murmured, his voice rough as broken stone.Lyra’s lips curved faintly, though her eyes were soft.“If I hadn’t, you’d be gone. You think I’d stand by and watch you burn?”He turned, silver eyes dim but steady.“And what if next time I can’t pull it back? What if the Sutra devours me whole, and all that’s left is the monster?”She reached, pressing her ruined hand a
Chapter 120: Ashes and Silver
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 120: Ashes and Silver1. Fire Against FireThe Executioner’s black flame spiraled high, swallowing the moonlight. Wolves staggered back, their fur singed, their eyes wide with horror. The night itself bent beneath the weight of his aura.Azael stood in the center of it all, his chest heaving, silver fire flickering weakly around his body. His ribs screamed, his blood soaked the earth, but he did not fall.“Come then,” he growled, voice low, steady despite the pain. “If you want the Sutra… you’ll have to rip it from my corpse.”The Executioner tilted his hooded head, and a rasping chuckle broke from his throat.“Gladly.”In an instant, the ground between them vanished.Black fire slammed against silver, an explosion tearing through the camp with the force of a hurricane. Wolves were flung into the dirt, tents caught fire, the earth split with cracks of molten rock.