Prince Kayziel already guessed what the human Prince was angry about. He scoffed. "What's it to you what I do? We've already made our deal. Whatever I do now should not concern you. Just stay there and sleep!"Prince Ron began to struggle even harder. Each chain around him was the weight of a boulder, pressing him down, but the anger he felt was tremendous. Prince Kayziel wasn't honouring their agreement. His beloved was the mighty Elf King of Netheridge. Manipulating Zedekiel into thinking he didn't love him was one thing but making him kneel and beg was unforgivable.To Prince Kayziel’s horror, the chains began to loosen around Prince Ron’s body, the air charging with unnatural energy and as the bars of the cage began to twist and bend. He stumbled backwards in fright. The spell worked so he didn't understand how Prince Ron’s soul was able to stay awake. He began to panic. He didn't want to die. "Fuck! Calm down okay. You're going to destroy us both!" He shoutedBut Prince Ron didn'
Prince Ludiciel and Princess Mariel stood sides by side, eyes narrowed, ready to fight while the Queen Mother placed herself beside the twins and her sister. Each person braced for the massive fight to come."You stupid witch!" Prince Kayziel spat, glaring at Alaric. "How dare you appear and ruin my plans!"He was pissed. First it was Prince Ron trying to destroy them both and now, people he didn't even know appeared to help Zedekiel and the rest. He was extremely furious. Why couldn't things just go his way for once?!"You think I'd sit back and watch you use my brother’s body however you like?" Alaric sneered. "I don't know who you are or what you want but you better get out right now."Prince Kayziel was stunned. Prince Ron had a brother? A Nightshade witch at that? Just what kind of connections did the fucking human make? Even after taking his body, he couldn't find peace. People he never knew existed were just popping left and right."I have no idea what you're talking about." He
Many of the soldiers surrounded the Queen Mother but they didn't know that she was a force to be reckoned with. Her strength and speed allowed her to move through the battlefield like a whirlwind. With a flick of her wrist, the blood within her enemies’ veins twisted and turned against them. One soldier lunged at her, but before he could even swing his sword, his body seized up, his veins bulging grotesquely as she manipulated his blood. He let out a strangled cry before collapsing into a lifeless heap."Your mistake was thinking I was helpless," the Queen Mother said coldly. Another soldier charged from her side, only for his blood to boil under her control, his body bursting apart as he disintegrated into a fine red mist.Alaric continued casting his spells, summoning gusts of wind, hurling soldiers back and slicing through them like invisible blades. He raised his staff and chanted a longer spell. A massive whirlwind erupted, lifting soldiers into the air before throwing them back
To their horror, just the soldiers were swept up in the hurricane while the skeletons continued marching on. With each step they took, the ground shook, as if they weighed tons."Fuck! It didn’t work!" Prince Ludiciel shouted, watching as the skeletons began to close in on them. "What do we do now?!"Everyone began to panic.Princess Mariel quickly stepped up. "Leave this to me. Grab big brother and get ready to leave.""No Mariel." Prince Ludiciel refused. "You can't handle them alone. I won't let you do this.""Then who can get all of you out of here?" She asked. "Your ability is to create illusions. Mother uses blood magic and the twins use fire and ice. Aunt Sera can only make weapons and Alaric has already tried and failed. If I push myself to the limit, I can suppress them with my powers while you all escape."Prince Ludiciel wasn't convinced. He shook his head. "There has to be another way. I can't let you stay here.""He's right, Mariel. You can't do this." The Queen Mother sa
The carriage rattled violently as they tore through the forest, the horses galloping at full speed, their breath visible in the cold night air. Prince Ludiciel gripped the reins tightly, tears still stinging his eyes. His mother and sister were gone, killed right before his eyes and there was nothing he could do. He wanted to shout, to scream into the night but he had no time to grieve. Not now. They had to make it out alive first or his mother's and sister's sacrifice would be in vain."Hyah!" he cried, snapping the whip again as the horses surged forward.Inside the carriage, the others huddled in tense silence, their faces pale with shock and grief. The twins could not stop crying while Zedekiel leaned against Sera, his body getting colder with each minute. They could hear the thunderous footsteps of the undead gaining on them, growing louder with each passing moment.Alaric stood up and peeked from the window, gasping when he saw a skeleton close by. He quickly jumped out the carr
Sera climbed out of the carriage, her robes flapping in the wind as she joined Prince Ludiciel at the front. "The Griffin is on it's way." She said, her voice strained. "What's the rest of your plan?" Prince Ludiciel kept his gaze ahead, eyes fixed on the road. "I’ll create an illusion," he said. "I'll hide the Griffin from the necromancer’s sight. You’ll all climb on and leave. I'll stay here and keep driving the carriage to distract them." "No!" Sera immediately snapped. "What is wrong with you? You want to sacrifice yourself just like your mother and sister?" She looked at her nephew, unable to believe how he could just make such a decision. Ludiciel’s expression hardened when he recalled the way his mother and sister were killed. He snapped the whip, pushing the horses faster. "I will if I have to, aunt Sera." He had to protect Zedekiel and the twins. "Then let me be the one to drive the carriage." Sera said as she grabbed the reins, trying to wrench them from his hands. "I wo
"Go down the cliff. Find their bodies and bring them back." Hugh ordered his army who had returned without a single person. They needed to be sure that everyone was dead or else, they'll keep living in fear, thinking the family will come back one day for revenge. "What should we do if we cannot find their bodies?" He asked, turning to Prince Kayziel who was squatting before the dead bodies of the Queen Mother and Princess Mariel. "We keep searching." Prince Kayziel replied. "They must be found no matter what." Hugh nodded. He then looked at Prince Kayziel’s hand, where the mark of the oath still remained. "Are you sure you'll be fine? Two of them died before our eyes. It's possible that the others are dead too. What if the Earth Spirit takes your soul and sends you to the underworld?" Prince Kayziel chuckled. "Oh Hugh, you're so gullible. Just like the naive human Prince. There is always a loophole in everything. Every spell, every deal, even oaths. Prince Ron required that I do
In seconds, memories of their past flooded Alaric's mind. Talon’s handsome face, their beautiful shared moments, and then, when things turned sour, the haunting vision of Talon in his true Phoenix form, terrifying flames blazing as he attacked Alaric without mercy. Alaric's hand flew to his neck as he recalled the way Talon nearly choked him to death. His pure flames burning his skin. It took Alaric years to heal the burn caused by one of the purest and most lethal forms of fire in the world. His heart pounded, and he stumbled backward, whispering "no" over and over again. He had gone to great lengths to hide from Talon. He even had to seek Zedekiel’s help back then. There was no way he was going to the Infernal Mountain. That was like flying himself to his own death. "No." He said firmly. "I... I can't go there. Take the twins. Let them go with you. I'll stay here and watch that necromancer’s movements." "I'm sorry, Alaric." Sera replied. "I am aware of your past with the Pheo
Zedekiel nodded, his voice softening further. "He means everything to me Talon. Absolutely everything. I love him with all my heart. Everything about him makes me feel giddy. His laugh, his touch, the way he looks at me... Talon, if don't get him back, I'll-""Hey, don't fucking say that." Talon quickly cut him off. " Don't even think it.""I can't help it." Zedekiel replied. "Once again, I've been shown how incompetent I am. I cannot even protect the one I love. I let my guard down and allowed him to be possessed by only the Gods know what. I failed him Talon and it kills me to think about what he's going through right now. That is, if he's even still there.""Hey, I'm sure he is." Talon reassured him, patting him gently on the shoulder. "From the way you described him, he sounds like a fighter. He may be a human in this life but don't forget that he comes from a long line of Witches. You mentioned yourself that there are things he has done that you cannot explain. Like breaking your
"Shut the fuck up Zedekiel!" Talon shouted as he parried each stirke with his claws. "I'm only going easy on you because you're injured! Recover first and see how I'll beat you to a fucking pulp!""Oh really?" Zedekiel chuckled as Talon used his claws to deflect the sword again and again but Zedekiel decided to take things more seriously. He increased his strength and speed, making his strikes too sharp and too swift, forcing Talon to focus purely on defense. He gave him no chance to attack at all."Hey what the fuck!" Talon shouted, gritting his teeth as he tried to find an opening but Zedekiel didn't give him even a second to breathe. "You fucking Elfman! Fight properly you fuc-"With a final powerful swing, Zedekiel slashed Talon across his chest then punched him square on the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding BOOM. Dust and debris flew around them, and when it settled, Zedekiel stood over Talon, his sword held just inches from Talon’s throat.“You lose,” he
Kayziel shook his head. "None whatsoever. The spell you used to suppress him worked. He hasn't budged an inch since that day so I wonder why the physician said I'm dying."Hugh sighed. "Initially, the soul transfer was supposed to weaken the human Prince and make him sleep for eternity but he ended up not only staying awake but also trying to force his way out. Could this be the reason you're dying?"Kayziel remained silent, not knowing what to say. He felt angry and frustrated. He had spent centuries as a spirit trapped underground and now that he has gotten a body, he was told that he was dying.What sort of life was this? He balled his fists and gritted his teeth. It was all due to that damned nephew of his. If only Zedekiel hadn't destroyed his body, he wouldn't be facing such problems today.Damn it. He wished he had just killed Zedekiel before making that stupid deal with Prince Ron."Do not worry, Your Majesty." Hugh said, trying to cheer Kayziel up. "I will find a stronger spe
The babies nodded.Prince Ron stared at his babies, his mouth slightly open as he tried to absorb their words. 'F-Four?' He stuttered, beginning to panic. 'You’re kidding right?'But his babies looked absolutely serious. The definitely would not joke about the existence of their siblings.'No way… there’s four of you.' Prince Ron muttered, still trying to comprehend the news. 'I mean... do you even know what that means? That's a whole squad! Four blankets, four little outfits, four... four times the crying!'He stared at them, half-exasperated, half-amused, trying to let it all sink. 'How am I supposed to keep track of four little people? I mean, I can barely keep myself in line, and now I’m supposed to be responsible for a whole mini-army? What if I accidentally mix you up?' He gasped, looking at them in horror. 'What if you all look identical and I end up calling you the wrong names?'The babies watched him, little smiles on their faces, and something softened in Prince Ron’s chest.
Well, it was no surprise considering the way they went at it like bunnies for four days. But still, Prince Ron was overjoyed. Tears spilled down his face like a waterfall as he stared at them, unable to express his joy.He got pregnant! He really got pregnant!Seeing his mother cry, the little baby with green eyes started bawling too. "Wah, brother made mummy cry, wah wah"Startled, the baby with violet eyes stared at both his mother and brother, at loss for what to do. What did he even do wrong? He had already apologized for hitting their mother. Why was their mother crying then?He began to panic. Unable to handle the sight of his mother and brother's tears, and also thinking it was his fault, he moved closer and rubbed the spot on Prince Ron's forehead. "Mother I'm sorry. Does it hurt? Look, I'm rubbing the place now so it won't hurt anymore. Please stop crying okay? I won't do it again."Prince Ron’s heart turned to mush. What a sweet child. He struggled against the chains, wishin
Hugh nodded. "That's the only reason I can come up with. I don't see why else they'd want to control the Mother Tree.""Fucking hell." Kayziel cursed. "They want to wipe us all out of existence. Do you know what will happen if the Dark Lord gets released?""I am aware, Your Majesty." Hugh replied."Then you know that we cannot let that happen." Kayziel said firmly. "I am not strong enough to fight the Dark Lord. Neither are you and I have already killed the one strong enough to do so. If he isn't dead then he's surely a vegetable. Put your undead army to use. Secure the Mother Tree and the tighten the security outside and around the Kingdom. Increase the number of guards at the gate. No one enters or leaves without thorough inspection.Hugh immediately stood, bowing. "Yes, Your Majesty."Kayziel was about to add something when a sudden wave of nausea hit him. He barely managed to jump from his seat, rushing to the nearest window before heaving violently.Alarmed, Hugh grabbed a jug of
He wanted to take off the sheet covering his body but then, he hesitated, fear gripping him as he recalled what he had seen last time. All the blood and the missing limbs. Had they grown back or was he a cripple now? He was afraid to lift the covers and see for himself.“You can look, you know.” A light-hearted chuckle broke the silence. “Everything grew back a week ago.”Startled, Prince Ludiciel lifted his head to see a familiar figure standing by the door. A tall, elegant man with broad shoulders clad in blue robes that fit him perfectly, as if tailored just for him.The man leaned casually against the doorframe, his warm, dark skin the colour of rich chocolate milk, and his eyes a shimmering golden-brown, flecked with hints of red that sparkled in the light.But it was the playful grin that struck Prince Ludiciel the most. A grin that was beautiful, mischievous, and all too familiar.Prince Ludiciel knew that he had definitely seen the man before. “Do I know you?” he asked. “Have
The air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of charred stone as the flames in the west wing of the castle raged out of control. The fire roared, devouring walls and licking up toward the sky. A thunderous crack echoed through the night as the western tower groaned, teetering on the edge of collapse.Talon was suddenly hurled through a window but a powerful gust of air. His body twisting unnaturally before crashing heavily to the ground. The impact sent a shockwave through the charred remains of the courtyard.From the fiery ruins, Alaric emerged, leaping through the shattered stone and billowing smoke. He soared through the air and landed squarely on Talon, pinning him to the ground while holding a spear of swirling wind.He raised the spear, aiming to drive it into Talon’s shoulder but as his eyes met Talon’s, something in those fierce, crimson orbs madr him hesitate. Talon's gaze was hardened, blazing with anger but also laced with an intensity Alaric couldn’t ignore.Talon lay
Whispers surrounded Prince Ludiciel, unfamiliar words fading in and out as he floated in darkness. Slowly, he drifted back to consciousness, his senses emerging one by one.His eyelids felt like lead, but he managed to open them, only to be met with foggy shapes and colours.Then, pain.Raw, unbearable pain surged through his body, and he screamed out, feeling as if his entire body was burning.“Shhh, it’s going to be okay,” a soft voice said. He couldn’t see clearly, but a gentle hand touched his hair, stroking it tenderly. The touch was warm, comforting, easing his mind as if drawing the pain away bit by bit. His breathing slowed, and he began to calm down, lulled by the soft, rhythmic strokes.When his vision cleared slightly, he looked down and his eyes widened in shock. His body was a broken mess. Blood covered the sheets. One of his legs was gone, ending abruptly at his thigh. And there was a gaping wound on the side of his stomach, leaving a hole large enough to fit a small bal