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CHAPTER 8

Penulis: PUREBLISS
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-02-07 02:10:05

"Where the hell is my sister, Voren?"

Aradaa’s voice sliced through the clinking of crystal and the low hum of forced conversation. He stood at the head of the long mahogany table, his neck itching beneath the stiff, high collar of his black suit. Under the fabric, the port on his skin pulsed with a faint, sickly blue light.

Kaelor’s fingers dug into the small of Aradaa's back. The heat from the King’s palm was the only thing stopping him from vibrating out of his skin. Around them, the dons of
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  • The Pretty Prince and the Beast King   CHAPTER 8

    "Where the hell is my sister, Voren?"Aradaa’s voice sliced through the clinking of crystal and the low hum of forced conversation. He stood at the head of the long mahogany table, his neck itching beneath the stiff, high collar of his black suit. Under the fabric, the port on his skin pulsed with a faint, sickly blue light.Kaelor’s fingers dug into the small of Aradaa's back. The heat from the King’s palm was the only thing stopping him from vibrating out of his skin. Around them, the dons of the neutral territories sat like vultures in tuxedos, their eyes darting between the "Beast" and his "Prince.""Patience, Aradaa. We’re here to celebrate, aren't we?" Kaelor’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble. He didn't look at the guests. He looked at the heavy oak doors at the end of the ballroom.Aradaa didn't need to look. He could hear them. Not the people, but their blood. The nanotech in the room was singing to him. He could feel the pulse of every man at the table—the jagged spikes of

  • The Pretty Prince and the Beast King   CHAPTER 7

    "Why the hell is this floor not on the map?"Aradaa’s voice echoed off the damp concrete of Sub-Level 9. He didn't wait for an answer from the man looming behind him.Grand Lord Vladya adjusted the heavy holster at his hip. His eyes, sharp and cold as flint, scanned the pitch-black corridor. "Malrec was a fan of ghosts, Aradaa. Ghosts don't need blueprints."The elevator they’d hijacked groaned in its shaft. The air down here was thick, tasting of copper and something rotten—like meat left to spoil in a drawer. Aradaa held a flare high. The light hit the walls, and the breath died in his throat.Row after row of glass tanks lined the hall. Inside, things that weren't human and weren't wolf floated in murky fluid. One creature had a shifter’s snout but rusted steel plates bolted directly into its skull. Another had human fingers replaced by jagged titanium needles."Jesus," Aradaa breathed. He stepped closer to a tank. "Malrec wasn't just killing us. He was building something.""He was

  • The Pretty Prince and the Beast King   Chapter 6: The Gilded Rebirth

    The silk of the royal tunic felt like grease against my skin. It was too soft. Too smooth. I missed the itchy wool of my old, oversized suits—the fabric that had been my camouflage for twenty-one years. Now, in the penthouse of the Navia Tower, there was nowhere to hide."Hold still, Your Majesty."The doctor, a man who smelled of latex and antiseptic, pressed a sensor against my neck. I didn't flinch. I was used to being a pin-cushion. Malrec had spent my childhood draining me; now the "liberators" were doing the same thing."The nanotech count in your blood is finally stabilizing," the doctor muttered, eyes glued to a tablet. "It’s incredible. The way your cells just... eat the virus. You’re a walking gold mine, Aradaa.""I’m a person," I snapped. My voice sounded hollow in the vast, marble room.I looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Below, the city was a graveyard trying to wake up. Black armored Dreadfang trucks patrolled the streets, their engines a constant, low growl. My p

  • The Pretty Prince and the Beast King   Chapter 5: The King’s Redemption

    "Kill them all! Don't let them reach the pods!"The scream ripped through the sterile, white halls of the Navia Syndicate’s core lab. It was cut short by the wet thud of Kaelor’s fist meeting a guard’s throat. We moved like one machine. I was the eyes, snapping off shots with the black handgun Kaelor had given me, dropping snipers before they could even line up a shot. Kaelor was the engine—a blur of shadow and raw power that tore through reinforced steel doors like they were wet paper.The air in this place smelled of ozone and bleach. It made my skin crawl. This was where the "Goddess Virus" was born. This was where my father played god.We hit the central lab, and the world stopped."Kaerith..." The name tore out of me, jagged and raw.My sister was suspended in a glass stasis pod in the center of the room. Tubes snaked into her arms, pulsing with a sickly, rhythmic glow. Her blood—the Vaelis blood—was being sucked out, filtered through a machine that hummed with a low, predatory v

  • The Pretty Prince and the Beast King   Chapter 4: Shadows of the Syndicate

    "Left foot back. Weight on the balls of your feet. If you’re flat-footed, you’re dead."I didn’t shout. I didn’t have to. The three Dreadfang enforcers circling me in the manor’s gravel training yard were breathing like bellows. Sweat soaked their tactical shirts, and they looked at me with a mix of confusion and pure exhaustion. They were twice my size, built like brick walls, and they couldn’t touch me.One lunged. He swung a heavy, amateurish right hook that smelled of desperation.I didn't block it. I flowed. I stepped inside his guard, my palm catching his chin while my foot swept his ankle. He hit the gravel with a bone-deep thud. Before the other two could blink, I had the second man’s arm locked in a joint-break position and my boot pressed against the third man’s throat."Again," I snapped."Holy s**t," the man on the ground wheezed, spitting out a mouthful of grit. "Where did a Vaelis prince learn to move like that?""By watching people like you try to kill me for twenty yea

  • The Pretty Prince and the Beast King   Chapter 3: The Blood-Stained Treaty

    "Don't move. Just sit there and look pretty."Kaelor’s voice was a low vibration in the back of the armored SUV. His hand sat heavy on my thigh, fingers digging into the thin silk of the robes he forced me to wear. He wasn't looking at me. His eyes were glued to the rain-slicked streets of the neutral zone, but his grip was territorial."I’m a scholar, Kaelor. Not a mannequin," I muttered, trying to shift my leg.His grip tightened. I could hear the leather of his glove creak. "Tonight, you’re whatever I say you are. The Ashclaw Clan thinks I’ve gone soft. I’m showing them I have enough to spare."I looked out the window. Neon signs blurred into jagged streaks of red and blue. People called the "Goddess Virus" a curse from the heavens—the plague that had wiped out nearly every woman in the clans. But sitting this close to Kaelor, I could smell the truth. It wasn't a curse. It was the sharp, metallic tang of a lab-grown weapon. It was the same chemical scent clinging to Kaelor’s skin n

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