All Chapters of SILVER FANG SUTRA THE DOCTOR OF WAR: Chapter 21
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Chapter 21: Fire in the Council’s Eyes
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 21: Fire in the Council’s EyesThe snow had barely settled. Wolves dragged the wounded into crude shelters, their howls fading into low groans. The air reeked of blood and ash.Azael stood apart, chest heaving, claws slowly receding to blackened fingers. His skin steamed where cursed steel had cut him, wounds still resisting healing.Lyra moved among the fallen, bandaging, muttering prayers to a moon that felt far too distant. When she finally turned back to him, her face was pale.“They’ll break before dawn,” she whispered. “Your wolves. They’re bleeding, afraid, and—”Her eyes locked with his.“—they fear you more than the Council.”The words landed harder than any chain.The Sky BurnsBefore Azael could answer, the heavens ripped open.A roar of flame spiraled across the stars, a burning spiral that descended until it blazed directly above the battlefield.The wolves collapsed to their knees, covering their faces as the fire twisted into
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Chapter 22: The Blood Oath
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 22: The Blood OathThe ashes of Fenric still stained the snow.No wolf dared step into them. No one spoke his name. The silence pressed down heavier than chains, heavier than the Council’s fire.Azael stood in the center, his claws flexing, his breath ragged. He felt the pack’s stares on him—not devotion, not trust. Fear, and doubt, and something darker.The Sutra whispered like smoke.They will break again. Unless you bind them. Bind them with blood. Bind them with fire.The Broken PackLyra paced the camp like a caged blade, fury etched into every line of her face. Her voice was low, sharp.“You saw them. They don’t follow you, Azael. They endure you. The Council’s fire cut deeper than their claws ever could.”Azael’s eyes flared silver.“And what would you have me do? Kneel? Beg for their scraps?”Her jaw tightened.“No. But if you don’t give them something stronger than fear, you’ll lose them. All of them.”The words struck true. Wolves
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Chapter 23: The Reaper’s Hunt
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 23: The Reaper’s HuntThe night was too quiet.Wolves huddled around the dying fire, their fresh Blood Oath still burning faintly in their veins. Their eyes glowed dim silver, bound now to their Alpha. But the silence pressed down on them like a predator’s breath.Azael felt it too. Every hair on his body prickled, every muscle screamed warning. His claws twitched at his sides, restless.Lyra broke the stillness.“You feel it, don’t you?”He nodded once.“They’ve sent him.”The Scent of DeathIt began with the wind.Not a howl, not a whisper. Just… absence. The forest’s sounds—crickets, owls, the rustle of branches—vanished, strangled into nothing.Then came the smell.Rot. Rust. A sweetness that clung to the back of the throat, like flowers growing from graves.The wolves shifted uneasily, weapons raised, eyes darting. But Azael knew better. He could feel the shadow moving.The Reaper was here.The First KillA scream tore the silence apar
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Chapter 24: Duel with Death
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 24: Duel with DeathThe night split open with steel.Azael’s claws, blazing silver fire, tore across the Reaper’s obsidian scythe. Sparks showered the battlefield, casting wolves into ghostly silhouettes. Every clash was thunder, every strike a shattering storm.The wolves circled wide, too terrified to join, too bound by the Blood Oath to flee. Their howls trembled between despair and awe.Lyra gripped her moonblade, breath ragged. “Gods… he’s fighting death itself.”Predator vs. PredatorThe Reaper moved with impossible silence. His scythe was an arc of night, too fast for mortal eyes, too fluid for flesh and bone. Chains whipped behind him like serpents, striking with precision, each lash meant to bleed, not kill—slow, deliberate.Azael countered with raw fury. His claws were storms, tearing the ground, rending trees to splinters. His roars shook the wolves’ chests, his strikes meant not to wound but to end.Every time the Reaper slipped
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Chapter 25: The Alpha Breaks the Scythe
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 25: The Alpha Breaks the ScytheThe battlefield was fire and shadow.Chains cracked like whips, tearing trenches into the frozen earth. Wolves screamed, their howls mingling with the clash of silver fire against black steel.Azael’s claws were torn and bleeding, each strike burning hotter as the Sutra screamed in his skull.End him. Break him. Tear the scythe. Drink his death.The Reaper was relentless. His scythe spun in perfect arcs, carving through air and flesh alike, each motion graceful, inevitable—like death itself dancing.But Azael refused inevitability.Wolves on the BrinkThe pack was breaking.One wolf fell with half his chest torn open, silver blood hissing into the snow. Another was dragged screaming into the dark by coiling chains. The Blood Oath burned in their veins, binding them to their Alpha, but fear gnawed like fire.Lyra staggered beside Azael, her moonblade cracked and dripping. “We can’t hold this, Azael! He’ll blee
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Chapter 26: The Nine Stir
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 26: The Nine StirThe night was silent. Too silent.Snow smoldered where the Reaper had fallen, a circle of ash marking the grave of his shattered scythe. Wolves moved in hushed voices, dragging the wounded, tending to broken bodies.But every eye drifted back to Azael.He stood at the heart of the ruin, claws still smoking, breath ragged. The moonlight caught the blood running from his chest, but he didn’t falter. He looked like something carved from war itself—unyielding, unbroken.Lyra’s voice trembled as she finally spoke.“You’ve done the impossible. You’ve broken the Reaper.”Azael didn’t answer. His eyes lingered on the ash. Deep inside, he knew this was no victory. This was provocation.And the Nine never let provocation go unanswered.In the Council’s SanctumFar from the battlefield, in a chamber of obsidian and fire, nine thrones glowed in the dark.The Council of Nine.Each seat was filled by a shadow wrapped in robes, their fac
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Chapter 27: The Song of Death
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 27: The Song of DeathThe hum deepened.At first, it was almost soothing—a vibration carried on the cold night air. But then it thickened, pressing against skulls, rattling bones, sinking claws into the mind itself. Wolves staggered, some clawing at their own ears, others vomiting blood.Lyra fell to one knee, her hands trembling. “It’s their weapon… their song kills the spirit before the flesh.”Azael stood tall, though his claws shook. The Sutra snarled within him, fire clashing with the darkness.They want silence. They want void. You must roar louder.The Faceless ChoirThe figures stepped fully into the firelight now. Their robes were pale as bone, their faces erased, no eyes, no mouths, no features at all. Only smooth masks of flesh stretched tight, as if something had stolen their identities long ago.Yet when they moved, the sound rose—each step a note, each gesture a chord. Together, they were a symphony of slaughter.Nine in total
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Chapter 28: The Council’s Wrath
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 28: The Council’s WrathThe silence after the Choir’s fall was suffocating.Snow lay torn and blackened, littered with bodies—wolves and hunters alike. The night air was heavy with the stink of blood and burned flesh.Azael stood in the center, chest heaving, claws dripping silver fire. His roar still echoed faintly in the mountains, a reminder that the Council’s song had been broken.Lyra limped closer, her arm clutched to her ribs. Her voice was hoarse.“No one has ever silenced the Choir. Ever. The Nine will see this as war.”Azael’s silver eyes narrowed.“They already declared war the moment they sent them.”But even as he spoke, dread coiled in his gut. The Council did not forgive defeat. They answered it with annihilation.The Gathering of the NineFar away, in the heart of obsidian halls, the Council convened.The nine thrones burned brighter than ever, shadows writhing at their feet. The air reeked of incense, iron, and rage.The dr
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Chapter 29: The Harbingers Descend
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 29: The Harbingers DescendThe night trembled.Wolves crouched low, their hackles raised, as the sky itself seemed to crack open. The descending figures were wrong—too tall, too thin, their armor made of fused bone and iron. Each carried a weapon that pulsed faintly, as if alive: spears veined with black veins, swords dripping ichor that sizzled when it hit the snow.Their faces were hidden behind masks carved to resemble the dead—skulls of beasts, men, and monsters.But their presence spoke louder than flesh. It was despair. Pure, crushing despair.Lyra’s knees buckled, her breath ragged. “Gods above… Harbingers.”The wolves whimpered, tails curling beneath them. Many had faced hunters. Some had even seen the Choir. But none had seen these.Azael’s claws burned silver, fire swirling across his shoulders like wings. His voice was a growl.“Stand. Do not kneel. If we bow to them now, the Nine have already won.”The LandingThe first Harbinge
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Chapter 30: Wrath of the Alpha
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 30: Wrath of the AlphaThe ground could not hold him.Snow split apart, trees bent backward, and the very air seemed to burn as Azael rose in his true form—an Alpha wreathed in silver fire. His claws gleamed like swords, his mane crackled with stormlight, and every breath he took shook the battlefield.The wolves stopped mid-battle. Even bleeding, even dying, they stared at him with awe. Their howls rose, not of fear this time, but of reverence.The Harbingers, for the first time in centuries, hesitated.One tilted its skull-mask, voice rattling.“Impossible. No Alpha has ever awakened under the Sutra.”Azael’s lips curled back in a snarl, his fangs flashing.“I am not your experiment. I am your reckoning.”The First StrikeThe chain-bearing Harbinger lunged, bone links whipping forward like a thousand vipers.Azael caught it mid-air.His claws closed around the chain, silver fire surging through the links. Bone shattered like brittle glass
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