All Chapters of The Demon King's Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Zeirux is the name given to me," he answers and before she could ask any more questions, he snapped his fingers and he was gone in an instant."What the heck?" Serra gasped. She knew this world is full of magic but to see him disappear like that shocks her. "I can never escape him if he can teleport!"The very next day, Serra woke up later than Zierux had expected so he teleported in her room. He got worried that the damn human who tricked him would get an upset stomach for not getting her meal at the right time. But as soon as he sees her in a messed-up sleeping position, he knew he was overreacting."Does she always sleep like this?" he mumbled, frowning as he strides towards her bed. Zierux stared at the priestess he once trusted, his eyes blazed with hatred at her betrayal. He can't seem to shake what had happened between them. That very night, he let himself feel what humans called love and on that same night, that feeling was taken away. A soft groan snapped Zierux out of his

"This is my town?" Serra asked in disbelief, looking at her surrounding. It was packed with people since it was the central market where people bargains for their goods or sell off their potions or whatever things they have. "Life here is so simple!" Like the rural areas in the other world, this is so like it. There are stalls everywhere. She wonders if the outskirts of the land are as lively as the central city. Since they didn't have much time to explore, they needed to teleport here. She could not complain because if the Demon King knows of their disappearance, it will be an earful."The streets are packed so I suggest you don't wander too far, sister." Serra looks back and opened her palm which Narth had stared at with a raised brow. "And what is that?" he asked."Hold my hand so we don't lose each other," she cheerfully answered."I shall not," he said. The warmth was dangerous but he dare not say. "It is not good that I hold the hand of my brother's bride.""Ridiculous!" She in

"What do you mean, brother?" Narth asked with a frown. He doesn't quite understand his brother's plan. "The priestess is in her room!""You know well that she is far from the priestess who I adored," Zierux answered. He collapses on his couch and sighs deeply. "She could not recognize a Farasha and asked me instead if I know the lady."A Farasha is someone who resembles a butterfly, they can transform into one and they are highly capable of using powerful magic. Not everyone is blessed to be taught of their magic. As the priestess of the land and being one of a kind, Clairra is close to the Farashas teaching her their magic and how to summon a magical bow and arrows. "As I said, brother, you cannot bring back a dead soul. There's just no way to do that!""There is a way!" Zierux slammed his hands on the table. "I have spoken to Ammilya and she recommends the Sage of No Name. Clairra bargained her life and he should know how to get her back.""The mistress of evil, Ammilya?" Narth dis

(Serra's POV)It has been a week since Zierux started teaching me magic. I learned the basics of it but I had trouble memorizing spells and chanting them correctly. Still, in a week, I had learned so much from summoning essential elements to replicating certain things. Magic isn't the only thing I learned. The affection for someone else, I recognize myself gradually slipping into the concept. Whenever his hand touches mine, a rush of hot liquid would pump to my cheeks making them red. The way he would smile at me was blinding yet it makes me smile as well. The way he'd tell me to be careful was consistent and although he gets upset when I don't chant the right words, he would tell me it's fine, I can start again."Priestess!" I heard someone call so I raise my head and saw Narth coming forth. He looks like he is in a hurry. "The King won't be able to attend your meeting today. He has something urgent to get to."Although I was hoping to see him, I do understand he has got business so

Serra's POVI don't know what I was doing but it felt so familiar. His lips on mine were the softest that could brush mine. Why? Why does this feel like home?Regaining my senses was hard to do when I, myself, felt like I had missed this. I needed this. No matter if I was doing it right or not, I wanted its warmth so I returned his kisses. Until we ran out of breath and we stopped, resting our forehead on each other while his hand was still on my cheek.The moment I gaze into his soft eyes, he took a step back and I finally processed what we did. My cheeks were still burning so I looked away. Why did I do that?"I-I..."What do I say? Should I run from him? Should he say something?"Go tend your pet before I lose my mind and take you to my bed," he uttered.With those words, I immediately turned and stride inside. I didn't look back nor slow down until I reached a corner and hid. My legs were weak and so I dramatically fell on my knees.I couldn't see his face because he looked the ot