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Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 23: Blood Below the Iron Hills
Dylan moved through the southern ridge alone, boots crunching over charred grass and dry soil. The Iron Hills loomed ahead—jagged, bare, and burnt from centuries of bloodshed. Once a place of old pack battles, now it housed the ghosts of another war: the hybrids. They were wolves. Well... not fully. Not anymore. He adjusted the wrappings on his arms, covering the old scars. If they saw what he was, what he carried… they might listen. Or they might rip him apart. The path led down into a gorge veined with rusted metal and bone. Statues of wolves—shattered and faceless—lined the narrow entrance to the hybrid enclave. Each one marked a fallen Alpha, or so the stories claimed. Dylan stopped at a rusted door embedded in the rock. He didn't bother to knock or make any announcement.He just pressed his hand against the symbol etched in the center—two overlapping bloodlines. The door hissed, then opened and masked figure appeared on the other side, armored in mismatched gear, partly fur
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 24: The Queen’s Shadow
The stone door groaned shut behind Dylan, sealing off the forge and the enclave like a memory he could no longer touch. The chamber he stepped into was circular and hollow, with shadows curling in its corners. Only a single torch burned near the center, its flame a strange green hue that flickered like it breathed.A voice echoed from somewhere within the darkness, low and ancient. “Do you know who you are?”Dylan moved cautiously forward, scanning the space. “I know enough,” he said, his voice calm but alert.The voice replied, almost sad. “No. You know the edges. But not the wound.”As if summoned by those words, symbols began to glow along the walls—pulsing runes that spiraled outward to form a ring. Within them, memories emerged like reflections in rippling water.He saw himself as a child, standing outside a crumbling house while a man shouted at a woman whose eyes burned with unnatural light. His father. His mother. The moment blurred into another: Dylan, bleeding and chained be
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 25: The Howl Before Midnight
Frost Hollow shimmered beneath the rising moon, a silver hush draped over the valley like a breath caught in the cold. Snow coated the ground in thick, sound-swallowing layers, silencing the approach of returning footsteps.From the ridge above, Lucas stood unmoving, his eyes following the ragged line of figures descending into the camp. His cloak snapped in the bitter wind, but he didn’t flinch. He was waiting—for them, for words, for the inevitable.Below, torches flickered to life. The war camp stirred.“About time,” Skylar muttered, eyeing the approaching figures as she climbed beside Lucas. Her voice was tight. “Thought they wouldn’t make it.”“They always do,” Lucas replied, without turning.Kalen came walking with a quiet gravity alongside Split claw warriors. Their eyes were wary, but respectful.Lucas gave Kalen a nod.Kalen returned it, then murmured, “Not all of us made it. But those who did—belong here.”Behind them, the outlaws Lucas had once subdued marched with heads hi
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 1: Hunted By The Howl
"Hey," Dan said, flashing his signature stupid grin. "Woods. Tonight. Are you in?" Lucas raised a brow, skeptical already. "Why?" Dan spread his arms like it was obvious. "We haven’t been out there in weeks. I’ve got snacks, a flashlight, zero homework, and a need for chaos. Come on. It could be fun." Dan always had new ideas. Ninety-nine percent of them were ridiculous. But they made the boring days go faster Lucas gave a short laugh. "Life’s already boring enough. Might as well add getting bitten by mosquitoes to the list." That night at 7:56 PM, Lucas sent a single text: I’m in. Dan’s reply came back in all caps: HELL YES. At 8 PM sharp, Lucas walked up to Dan's front door. Dan was already outside waiting, a worn-out backpack slung over his shoulder. It looked heavy. "You bring the entire kitchen or just half of it?" Lucas asked. Dan smirked and opened the bag. Inside were chips, two water bottles, an energy drink, a broken compass, and a stick? Lucas pointed.
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 2: The Bite
"Lucas!" Dylan shouted.Before he could react, something big slammed into Lucas."What the hell is that?!" Dan yelled, backing up.The impact sent Lucas crashing to the ground, the wind knocked out of him.Lucas groaned, coughing. "I can't breathe..."He gasped for air, struggling to push himself up. But before he could react, something heavy slammed into his side, knocking him back down.. "Aaaaaah!" Lucas screamed, his body going rigid as pain exploded through him. The creature's claws raked across his chest, dragging him into the dirt. He tried to push it off, but his arms were too weak. "Please" His voice barely came out, a desperate plea. The creature snarled, leaving Lucas in a pool of his own blood and vanished into the darkness. As Lucas lay motionless, Dan and Dylan crouched in the shadows, peering out from behind a thick tree. “Do you think he’s dead?” Dan started, voice trembling with fear. “No,” Dylan replied sharply, his eyes scanning the darkness. "Not yet. B
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 3: The Change Begins
"Lucas, move. It found us."Dylan’s voice cracked, breath caught in his throat as his eyes locked onto the creature down the street."What the hell is that?" Lucas whispered, his voice trembling.The thing didn’t move, but it didn’t have to. Its burning red eyes cut through the dark like twin torches, searing into Lucas’s spine, freezing him in place. The air around them grew heavy, charged, like the calm before a storm."Dylan," Lucas reached for him without looking away. "Tell me that thing is not here for me.""Come on," Dylan said grimly, his grip tightening on Lucas’s arm. "We’re not sticking around to find out."He yanked Lucas toward him, urgency in his voice."Run!"The command hit Lucas like a slap to the face, and before he could think, they were off. Their feet slapped against the pavement as they tore down the street, heartbeats pounding in sync with their frantic footfalls. The neighborhood seemed hollow, lifeless. Not a single light on. Nothing."Where are we going?" Luc
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 4: The First Shift
“You can’t stop it once it begins,” Dylan said. “You’re shifting. It’s already in motion, Lucas.”Lucas stumbled back, his legs giving out beneath him. His spine bent unnaturally as he crashed to the cold floor, his body convulsing violently. He gasped, choking on his own breath as a searing pain tore through him like fire igniting from within.“No! What’s happening to me?” he rasped, his voice strained and desperate. His fingernails thickened, darkened, and sharpened into points like curved daggers. His skin rippled. Muscle spasms traveling under the surface like snakes, twisting his limbs in angles they weren’t meant to bend.Then came the snap, his jaw dislocated with a sickening crunch as his teeth lengthened into brutal fangs, jagged and wild.He screamed. But the scream wasn't human.It was deep, guttural, torn from somewhere primal. Like something had clawed its way out of his soul and taken over, replacing the boy he was with something monstrous.Dylan didn’t flinch. He crouc
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 5: The Fear Within
"Found him."The words came like a knife through silence.Lucas didn’t move. His back was pressed against the wall.Dylan crouched low, hand already gripping the hunting knife at his ankle."You sure it’s him?" a voice muttered outside the cabin."You think I forgot the scent?" another replied, darker, closer."It’s him. He’s inside. I can feel it."Lucas tensed.Dylan whispered, barely audible, "Five of them. One’s lighter. Tracker.""You hear their footsteps?"Lucas nodded. Barely. His pulse roared in his ears."When they come in, don’t think, move," Dylan said. "I’ll distract them and you crawl. Go under there" Dylan said pointing towards a trapdoor.Lucas hissed, "What if they shoot?""Then pray I get to them first."Footsteps stopped just outside the door.A cold voice cut through the air."Step out now, and we end it clean. Keep hiding, and we start pulling fingers."Lucas inhaled through his teeth. "They're not bluffing."Dylan’s voice sharpened. "Neither am I."A shadow passed
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Chapter 25: The Howl Before Midnight
Frost Hollow shimmered beneath the rising moon, a silver hush draped over the valley like a breath caught in the cold. Snow coated the ground in thick, sound-swallowing layers, silencing the approach of returning footsteps.From the ridge above, Lucas stood unmoving, his eyes following the ragged line of figures descending into the camp. His cloak snapped in the bitter wind, but he didn’t flinch. He was waiting—for them, for words, for the inevitable.Below, torches flickered to life. The war camp stirred.“About time,” Skylar muttered, eyeing the approaching figures as she climbed beside Lucas. Her voice was tight. “Thought they wouldn’t make it.”“They always do,” Lucas replied, without turning.Kalen came walking with a quiet gravity alongside Split claw warriors. Their eyes were wary, but respectful.Lucas gave Kalen a nod.Kalen returned it, then murmured, “Not all of us made it. But those who did—belong here.”Behind them, the outlaws Lucas had once subdued marched with heads hi
Chapter 24: The Queen’s Shadow
The stone door groaned shut behind Dylan, sealing off the forge and the enclave like a memory he could no longer touch. The chamber he stepped into was circular and hollow, with shadows curling in its corners. Only a single torch burned near the center, its flame a strange green hue that flickered like it breathed.A voice echoed from somewhere within the darkness, low and ancient. “Do you know who you are?”Dylan moved cautiously forward, scanning the space. “I know enough,” he said, his voice calm but alert.The voice replied, almost sad. “No. You know the edges. But not the wound.”As if summoned by those words, symbols began to glow along the walls—pulsing runes that spiraled outward to form a ring. Within them, memories emerged like reflections in rippling water.He saw himself as a child, standing outside a crumbling house while a man shouted at a woman whose eyes burned with unnatural light. His father. His mother. The moment blurred into another: Dylan, bleeding and chained be
Chapter 23: Blood Below the Iron Hills
Dylan moved through the southern ridge alone, boots crunching over charred grass and dry soil. The Iron Hills loomed ahead—jagged, bare, and burnt from centuries of bloodshed. Once a place of old pack battles, now it housed the ghosts of another war: the hybrids. They were wolves. Well... not fully. Not anymore. He adjusted the wrappings on his arms, covering the old scars. If they saw what he was, what he carried… they might listen. Or they might rip him apart. The path led down into a gorge veined with rusted metal and bone. Statues of wolves—shattered and faceless—lined the narrow entrance to the hybrid enclave. Each one marked a fallen Alpha, or so the stories claimed. Dylan stopped at a rusted door embedded in the rock. He didn't bother to knock or make any announcement.He just pressed his hand against the symbol etched in the center—two overlapping bloodlines. The door hissed, then opened and masked figure appeared on the other side, armored in mismatched gear, partly fur
Chapter 22: Hollow Stone
Lauren stood at the grove’s edge. “This is it,” she murmured, breath fogging in the cold. The trees inside spiraled unnaturally, their roots coiling like snakes.“The wind doesn’t even move here,” she muttered, stepping forward. The ground felt off. Alive. Watching.She tightened her cloak’s silver clasp and crossed the threshold. The Hollow Stone Grove which was sacred once, now feared was exactly as her grandmother’s book had warned.“No one remembers you,” Lauren said, glancing at the silent trees. “But I do.”Her fingers brushed the glyph stitched into her sleeve. That glyph had led her here—hidden deep in her grandmother’s spells.Each step pulled heavier than the last. The magic wasn’t passive; it pressed down, thick in the air.Finally, she reached it.“There you are,” she whispered.The Hollow Stone. A massive black slab, buried halfway in the earth, runes glowing with a pulse like a slowed heartbeat.She knelt and pressed her hands to its surface.“I call the blood, Witch bor
Chapter 21: The Blade and the Broken Line
The trail curved west of Frost Hollow, weaving through the icy pines like a serpent. Skylar walked ahead, her cloak pulled tight, every movement calculated. Dan followed a step behind, breath fogging in the crisp morning air.“You don’t have to walk like we’re heading into a death trap,” Dan said, trying for humor.“We are,” Skylar replied, voice flat. “These aren’t rogues. They’re former hunters. The kind that don’t forgive easily.”Dan adjusted the strap of his pack. “And here I thought you’d be happy for a little adventure.”Skylar shot him a look. “I’d be happier if we were both invisible.”They passed a twisted tree marked with a red X.“That’s the sign,” she said. “We’re close.”Dan looked around. “So where’s the welcoming party?”Right on cue, a bolt of energy struck the ground inches from his boot.He jumped back. “Okay! Welcoming noted!”Figures stepped from the trees.Five in total.Two held silver-loaded crossbows. One carried a short-spear laced with runes. The last, a tal
Chapter 20: Chains of Ash
The outlaw’s voice faded into the crackling fire, and silence settled like frost over the gathering. The pack stared, unsure whether to speak, run, or attack. Lucas stepped forward. “What do you mean ‘erase me’?” The old wolf—Grath, they had called him—nodded once. “The Ash Queen doesn’t see you as a threat. She sees you as a flaw. A mistake that never should’ve existed. A True Alpha who slipped through the cracks of her prophecy.” Kalen folded his arms. “Then she wants to rewrite the bloodline.” “Not rewrite.” Grath looked up. “Purge.” Lucas glanced at Kalen. “What does she gain by killing me?” Grath answered, “The prophecy that crowned her—the one carved into the Moonstone altar—it only works if your bloodline is extinguished. She’s holding her return until she’s sure you’re dead.” Lucas frowned. “So… she’s stalling?” “No,” said Grath. “She’s gathering. Strengthening. Binding the old magic to her bones. And when the last Tallman falls, she rises as something else.” Skylar m
Chapter 19: The Law of Fangs
Lucas stood by the frost-covered outcrop overlooking the valley of Frost Hollow. Wolves moved below like a silent army—training, preparing, bracing for the war ahead. His mark still tingled faintly from the contact with Elaris. He hadn’t slept. Not after what she’d shown him.Behind him, footsteps approached. Lauren joined him, arms folded against the wind. “Didn’t sleep either?” “No.” She nodded. “Your aura’s brighter. The vision changed you.” Lucas turned. “It showed me what I’ll become if I fail.” Lauren was quiet for a moment. “You won’t fail. Not if we move first.” He looked down at the camp. “Today we begin. Everyone leaves at noon. Four directions. Four missions.” --- Inside the war room, Lucas stood before the map. The council had gathered—Skylar, Dylan, Lauren, Dan, and now Kalen, who lingered in the shadows, as always. Lucas pointed at the northern peak. “Kalen and I, will track down the outlaw packs. We need them.” Kalen gave a small nod. “They won’t be
Chapter 18: The Deep Seal
“The air just changed,” Dan muttered, squinting down the stairwell. “I can’t feel my toes.” “Then walk faster,” Skylar snapped, her hand already resting on the hilt of her blade. They moved down the spiraling staircase, stone steps worn with age. Each step echoed, and with every turn, the temperature dropped more. Lucas kept his eyes on the runes flickering along the walls. “These weren’t here before.” “They were dormant,” Lauren said, brushing her fingers over a glowing sigil. “Now they’re awake.” “Why?” Dylan asked from behind. “What triggered them?” “Lucas,” she answered simply. Dan sighed. “Of course. The guy with the family discount on cursed ruins.” They reached the bottom. A massive stone door loomed before them, flanked by two wolf statues—one snarling, the other silent and watchful. At the center of the door was a crest: half-moon, fangs, and a single crimson eye. Lucas stepped closer. “That’s mine.” Skylar stood behind him. “It matches the mark on your shoulder.”
Chapter 17: The Witch Returns
Frost Hollow hummed with activity. Tents rustled in the cold wind, and the new war room glowed with quiet energy as wolves filed in and out, carrying relics, weapons, and maps recovered from the Silver fang vault.Lucas stood at the center table, inspecting an artifact—an obsidian ring etched with runes that pulsed faintly whenever he touched it.Skylar leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “That thing gives me bad vibes.”“It’s not reacting to me,” Lucas muttered. “But it’s reacting to something.”Dan entered, holding a scroll. “I don’t read ancient wolf-scratch, but this one was stored in a reinforced tube. That’s gotta mean something.”Dylan took the scroll and unrolled it. “These symbols... they’re not just werewolves. They’re mixed. Part of them are... witch marks.”Lucas blinked. “Witch marks?”Skylar straightened. “You think the Silver fangs worked with witches?”Dylan nodded slowly. “Not just worked. They were bound to them. There’s an old legend about a witch-wolf alliance d