Lahat ng Kabanata ng Demon Kings Queen (book two): Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The day she had been dreading the most dawned upon her. Talia, never in her wildest dream, imagined that she was letting it happen. Not doing anything to stop it. Then again, Ajaxson promised Lukas that it's nothing but a fake relationship, something to make their parents happy. Nothing else. She truly wanted to believe him.     Her sisters refused to leave her side, insisting on adorning her with all the jewels and bestowing with exquisite material for her gown. The moon princess accepted all of that with a fake curve of her lips. Artemis and Clio were the only people who understood her inner turmoil.   She had, however, tried to remain calm throughout everything, wearing her silver crystal crown -encircled with tiny strands of ivy and blooming flowers-on her head. It not only kept her long hair perfectly in place but made her lo

Once they stepped out, she noticed that the path to hallways was cleared. Not a single guard in sight. What did her father do? Her eyes automatically shifted to Lukas, who had the same confusion etched all over his features. A sigh escaped her lips.      She prayed that the win would be in their favour so she could finally have Lukas by her side. It's a long time coming. Talia chewed on her lips, standing in front of another oak door which led to the patio. The moon princess stood, cringing as her sister pushed the door open.     Ajaxson and his family were waiting on one side, eagerly anticipating the bloodshed and violence. A huge circle was created to separate the two of the families. On the other side, Zeus stood with his wife alone, lips pursed in a line. She assumed that everyone might

Everything stilled around Talia. The young woman closed the book as she repeated those final words. There's wasn't even a fraction of her brain that could process anything but an overwhelming itch that had got a hold on her entire body. Her hands twitched helplessly by her side, the urge to throw herself in Lukas arms intensifying.         Her chest felt strange, uncomfortable sensations filling it up and – and throbbing in her ears, alongside an accumulation of horrid sounds that made her head hurt. Sounds and voices she couldn't place, words she could not understand, were swirling in her mind all at once. It's like somebody had taken her apart, put all the pieces into a box. To rearrange for herself, and she had no idea where to begin.           The sound of the clock ticking made her hyper-aware of the reality that she's in Olympus. Her nails dug in

/Ajaxson POV/  The sun was hanging low in the sky when Ajaxson woke up alone on the cold hardwood floor. His Palace was eerily quiet as he got up and massaged his temples against the dizziness that came over him.     The Greek God found his rumpled clothes in the main room and then ran to the bathroom to dry heave over the toilet.  Nothing came up but a trickle of bile that burned his throat. He felt clammy while his body shook, planting each step firmly before he trusted his body to hold him up. Maybe it’s time he stopped drinking pure alcohol for a kick.     After roaming the house once his stomach had accepted its state, he found the letters stacking up against the couch. Ajaxson didn’t have to open them to know that the

/Lukas POV/  The King of Hell muttered a familiar verse under his breath before creating a portal to the Underworld. He was directed to Hades immediately as if his arrival was anticipated. Lukas kept a straight face, walking in the hallway, dimly lit by the fire torches before he was inside a room.     Hades was perched on a huge couch but what caught his sight was the Hellhound by his side. Fang. What was he doing there? Lukas brow shot up at the scene, mouth opening and closing. The creature let out a yawn and stretches languidly, blinking up at the Demon King with tired, accusing eyes.    "Don't look at me like that," Lukas let out a sigh, soaking up the comfort of the familiarity that came from talking to Fang. "Come on."