All Chapters of SILVER FANG SUTRA THE DOCTOR OF WAR: Chapter 121
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Chapter 121: The Last Hunt
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 121: The Last Hunt1. The Silence Before the StormThe battlefield was broken earth and burning ash. Wolves lay scattered—some dead, some dying, some still clinging to life with blood-soaked jaws. The sky above was no longer black but silver and red, a canvas torn open by clashing powers that did not belong in the hands of mortals.Azael stood hunched, claws dripping, his chest heaving with ragged breath. His silver flames no longer crackled wildly. They burned steady, heavy, like molten steel shaped into form. His eyes glowed, not with the chaos of the Sutra, but with something far older—something primal.Across from him, the Executioner straightened. His cloak hung in tatters, his hood scorched away to reveal the twisted remnants of a face barely human. One eye was gone, burned to a crater of black flame. His skin was cracked like molten stone, every vein pulsing with the abyss he carried wit
Chapter 122: The Wounds of an Alpha
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 122: The Wounds of an Alpha1. Blood and SilenceThe night after the battle was not a night of victory.It was a night of mourning.The wolves gathered in a circle around the fallen. Their bodies—torn, broken, burned—were laid upon stone and ash. The air smelled of blood, fur, and smoke. No chants were sung. No fire lit. Only silence held the weight of the dead.Azael lay half-conscious in Lyra’s arms. His body was a ruin—claw marks, burns, jagged cuts that went to bone. His chest rose weakly, each breath scraping against his ribs. The silver flames had dimmed to faint sparks along his skin, flickering like dying stars.Lyra clutched him tighter. Her tears fell on his face, mixing with blood.“Stay with me. Please… don’t leave me now.”His eyes cracked open. For a moment, he saw nothing but shadow. Then her face appeared—blurred by tears, dirt streaked across her
Chapter 123: The Fang of the Abyss
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 123: The Fang of the Abyss1. Fragile DawnThe forest tried to breathe again.Smoke thinned. The cries of the wounded dulled into whispers. Wolves limped back into makeshift shelters, licking their wounds, tending to the broken with what herbs and claws they could muster.But no one truly rested.Every wolf knew—the Council never stopped.Azael sat beneath a shattered oak, his body covered in fresh bandages, silver fire stitched into his wounds like burning thread. His chest rose heavily, but his eyes remained awake, vigilant. Lyra sat beside him, sharpening her moonblade with deliberate strokes, her gaze never straying from him.“You should be lying down,” she murmured.Azael shook his head slowly. “The Council doesn’t let Alphas heal. They send the next blade before the blood dries.”Lyra paused, her jaw tightening. She wanted to argue, to demand he res
Chapter 124: The Howl That Splits the Abyss
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 124: The Howl That Splits the Abyss1. Shattered SilenceThe night air hung thick with ash and blood. The ground quivered under the abyss-beast’s weight, every step shaking roots and bones alike. Wolves at the edge of the clearing couldn’t breathe. Some whimpered. Some tried to pray. None dared move.Only two figures still stood defiant against the horror:Azael, his claws dripping fire and blood.Lyra, her moonblade gleaming with unbroken light.The Fang of the Abyss roared. Shadows spilled from its mouth like rivers, drowning the battlefield in darkness. And in that black tide, the Council’s voice whispered, poisonous and eternal:“You cannot fight us. You cannot kill us. You are only one Alpha. He is all of us.”Azael’s chest heaved, silver fire swirling around him. “Then I’ll tear you out of him—fang by fang, chain by chain.”Lyra’s blade cut upward,
Chapter 125: The Breaking of Chains
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 125: The Breaking of Chains1. Abyss UnleashedThe Fang’s body twisted into something beyond beast, beyond shadow. Chains melted into wings of black fire, jaws stretching wide enough to bite the moon from the sky. The air itself bled darkness, choking every wolf’s lungs.The Council’s voices screamed through it:“You cannot win! This vessel is infinite! Each strike only feeds the void!”The Fang reared back, shadows writhing into serpents that rained upon the battlefield. Wolves scattered, some crushed beneath the tide, others fighting tooth and claw. The ground groaned, cracking under the weight of abyssal power.Yet in that storm, two flames still burned.Silver.White.Azael and Lyra.2. The Alpha’s ResolveAzael’s claws blazed brighter than any star. Every breath felt like fire tearing through his chest, but he refused to bow. He saw
Chapter 126: Ashes and Bonds
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 126: Ashes and Bonds1. Silence After the HowlThe battlefield had gone still. No shadows moved, no abyssal flame burned. Only the broken earth remained, cracked and smoking under the weight of powers that should never have touched the mortal world.Bodies lay scattered. Some wolves still clung to life, their whimpers soft, fading. Others would never rise again.The air was thick with blood, with ash, with mourning.And in the center, Azael stood swaying, one arm holding the freed vessel, his other slick with his own blood. His silver fire had gone out. The Alpha was only a man again, broken but unbowed.The wolves began to gather around him—limping, bleeding, but alive. They circled their Alpha not in fear, but in reverence. Their eyes spoke what their throats could not:We live because you did not fall.2. The First TearsLyra moved first. She
Chapter 127: Echoes in the Ashes
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 127: Echoes in the Ashes1. The Dawn AfterThe first light of dawn painted the battlefield in hues of gold and gray. The pyres had burned low through the night, their smoke rising into the sky like threads tying the fallen to the heavens. The wolves stood silent, heads bowed, their bodies ringed around the ashes.Every pack had its rituals. Every death was honored. But this time, the mourning was heavier, deeper. For it was not just wolves they had lost. It was the illusion of safety.Azael stood at the head of the circle, his body wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, his claws hidden beneath his folded arms. He looked like a man carved from scars and shadows, but his eyes held steady.“This ground,” he said, voice carrying low but sharp, “is blood-soaked. And it will not be the last. The Council wants us broken. They want us to howl in fear.”He let the silence stretch befo
Chapter 128: The Raven Descends
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 128: The Raven Descends1. A Quiet Before the StormThe forest had returned to an uneasy calm. The river whispered, the wind carried the scent of pine, and the wolves—though scarred—were alive. Every night the pack trained harder, faster, sharper. Every howl was no longer just a call of grief, but of preparation.Yet beneath the canopy, danger crawled. It was not the crash of steel or the roar of monsters. It was softer. Subtler.It was silence.Perched high in the trees, cloaked in feathers as black as midnight, the Raven watched. His mask gleamed in the pale moonlight, the carved beak casting a shadow like a hooked blade. In his hands, no weapon gleamed. Only strings of obsidian thread, so fine they vanished against the dark.“Brute force failed,” he whispered to the night. “Now we take their breath before their scream.”His eyes fell not on Azael, but on Lyra.
Chapter 129: Strings of the Raven
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 129: Strings of the Raven1. The Trap TightensThe forest had become a prison. Every howl of the wind, every crack of a branch, every flicker of shadow—it all carried the weight of threat.The wolves patrolled in pairs now, their eyes sharp, their claws ready. But fear lingered. No scent of the Raven touched the ground. No tracks marked his path. He was there and not there, a ghost that played with their nerves.Azael had not slept in three nights. His body was whole, but his mind strained. He had faced monsters of flesh and flame, but this enemy was different. This one did not fight to kill. He fought to break.And the next message came at dawn.On the trunk of the oldest oak, carved deep into the bark with threads that cut like blades:“An Alpha cannot protect what he loves.”At its roots lay a feather—black, sharp as a knife—piercing a piece of Lyra’s
Chapter 130: The Raven’s Lure
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 130: The Raven’s Lure1. Blood on the WindDawn broke with silence, but it was not peace. The forest smelled of iron and ash. The wolves scouted tirelessly, but the Raven left nothing behind—no scent, no prints, no broken branches. He was a shadow that mocked their instincts.Then the first body was found.A young wolf, barely past his first hunt, strung upside down by black silk between two trees. His throat was intact, but his eyes were gone, replaced by black feathers.Pinned to his chest was another message, written not in ink but in blood:“The heart will be mine.”Azael ripped the corpse down with trembling claws. His fire seared the threads away, but the wound in his pack was deeper than flame could burn.Every wolf howled in mourning. Every wolf’s eyes turned toward Lyra.She stood unflinching, but inside her chest, her heart thundered.<