All Chapters of Becoming the Elf King's bride: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

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'

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

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

"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

She guided the griffin to a hover, her hands gently pulling the reins as she saw three men approaching from the distance. Their fiery wings glowed like bursts of sunlight against the clear sky. She recognised the the lead figure and her lips curled into a smile. The griffin’s flapping slowed as the men stopped before them, their wings gently stirring the air. "Oh Dorian," she called out. "You didn’t have to come all the way out here to receive us." Dorian, the royal physician of the Infernal Mountain Kingdom, let out a hearty laugh. He was quite tall and a little chubby with curly grey hair and a bushy mustache. "Nonsense, Sera. We go way back." He chuckled. "Of course I’d come receive you myself and the King of the Elves." His eyes shifted to Zedekiel, lying still on the griffin and his expression darkened. "Oh my, this is serious. We need to get him inside right away. Follow me." Without further delay, Dorian turned, swiftly flying downward, back toward the Kingdom and Sera