THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 11 – 20
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 11 – 20
Fire Beneath The Moon
The Blood Moon rose like a silent omen, casting a crimson veil over Altvall Island.
Its eerie glow painted the trees, cliffs, and beaches in blood-like tones, as if the heavens themselves knew the fate that was about to unfold.
Kael stood at the edge of the Western Forest, staring toward the glimmering towers of Bloodfall—the storage citadel where Surganah kept grain, wine, and potions for his werewolves.
Torches flickered along the outer walls. Two guards paced lazily, unaware of the eyes watching them from the shadows.
Reina slid up beside him, daggers strapped across her back, her hands slick with the oil they’d brought.
“They look bored,” she whispered.
“Good,” Kael said. “Let’s give them something to remember.”
At his signal, Ellan threw a small stone wrapped in dried leaves into the outer wall. It landed silently—then exploded into flame. The sentries turned, startled by the sudden blaze.
That’s when the rebels struck.
From every direction, the Clawless poured out like wolves in the night. Reina leapt through the fire with a scream, driving her dagger into the chest of the first guard.
Kael disarmed the second and slit his throat before the man could shift into werewolf form.
Inside the storage compound, barrels burst into flame. Smoke curled upward, dark against the blood-red sky.
The alarm bell never rang. The Clawless were in and out before the flame could reach the iron-bound doors.
“Phase one is done,” Kael gasped, blood on his jaw, as they regrouped in the treeline.
“Now we move.”
At the Edge of the Execution Grounds, the second team led by Tira crept through the tall grass, heading for the messenger trail.
There, they caught two of Surganah’s winged messengers mid-flight—humanoid creatures with leathery wings and stitched-shut mouths.
They bled black. And they died quickly.
But not before one let out a shrill cry.
Tira cursed under her breath. “They’ll know we’re coming.”
“Then we don’t slow down,” she said, kicking the body aside.
“We speed up.”
In the Heart of the Stone Fortress, Surganah’s supernatural pot churned furiously.
“The fire spreads,” it groaned. “They break your walls. They bleed your land.”
Surganah stood still, watching the reflection of fire in its surface. Then his lips curled.
“One of them will fall.”
He turned to Alpha Rador. “Call the Fanged Circle. Prepare the Execution Grounds. Let them come.”
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 11 – 20
Meanwhile, in a hidden cellar beneath the fortress, Lyara blinked weakly. Her chains had grown heavy, and the constant beatings had drained her strength—but not her fire.
She whispered the name of her fallen friend, the one Surganah had tortured months before.
“I’m coming for you.”
Suddenly, a low rumble echoed from above. Then—boom.
An explosion.
Footsteps.
She tilted her head, weakly smiling as a stone cracked from the ceiling.
“They came.”
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 11 – 20
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