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THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 1 – 10
Alpha Blood
By Dejay
Prologue: The Island of Fear
Long before the legends were etched into the roots of Altvall’s ancient trees, before the blood of wolves mixed with that of man, the Island was known as a place of beauty, mystery, and harmony. But all that changed when The One came.
His name is never spoken aloud, for fear alone tightens the throat of even the bravest. Surganah—once a man, now a creature warped by darkness and desire—descended upon Altvall with the rage of a thousand storms.
He didn’t just rule; he ravaged. His thirst for control knew no end. He enslaved the hearts of women, instilled terror into the souls of children, and bathed his enemies in their own blood.
He was not just a werewolf—he was something far worse. Something twisted by a cruel hunger for pain and submission.
The people of Altvall lived in silence, watched the moon with dread, and called him only The One.
But the heavens do not sleep. The Superior Being, moved by the cries of Altvall’s people, decided to intervene. From across the dimensions came a savior—another Alpha, just as powerful, yet rooted in justice.
His name: Alpha Gaige.
This is the story of darkness and light. Of love and betrayal. Of blood, power, and a child caught in the war between two alphas. A story of curses and destiny.
A story that begins now.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 1 – 10
The Night of Blood and Screams 1
The night sky over Altvall Island was darker than usual, as if the stars themselves were afraid to witness the horrors unfolding below.
The silence that clung to the dense, haunted woods was not peaceful—it was suffocating. As if the land held its breath in anticipation of another nightmare.
A thick fog curled around the forest, crawling like fingers reaching for life to choke. And through that fog, his shadow moved.
Alpha Surganah.
They called him The One. A name spoken in trembling whispers. A name etched into the nightmares of every soul who dared to still live on the island. He was not merely feared—he was worshipped in terror.
He killed at will, tortured for pleasure, and ruled through blood.
He did not walk among the people—he hunted them.
Tonight was no exception.
A piercing scream shattered the quiet of a small village known as Brinewood Hollow, tucked near the northern cliffs of the island. Wolves howled, not in chorus, but in fear.
A family of werewolves—peaceful and unaffiliated—had dared to host a gathering. A birthday celebration for a child turning ten.
They hadn’t invited him.
Now, they would pay.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 1 – 10
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