บททั้งหมดของ The Queen's Pawns: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The faint creaks of wood and the often cacophony of the water trickling as she paddle away in silence was the only noise Hellion could hear. Xegris was still deep asleep and she’s been rowing the both for how many nights now. It was their fourth day being castaway in the vast ocean. Hellion survived eating those raw fish she painstakingly tried to catch with her own hands while Xegris only sleep like the dead on the boat’s cabin. He never woken up even once as if he was extremely exhausted. She was doing all the work so how come he’s that tired! He’s not even moving an inch! Hellion would casually glare at him and sometimes smack his navel with the paddle but so far he’d only glare back and go back to sleep looking all helpless and pale. She even thought that Xegris must be seasick but he only sneered at her and stubbornly said he’s not. Hellion just snorted and hardly believe that it was the case. Why was he so afraid to paddle then if he’s not sick! That lying jerk! She then sen

They say magic was a power bestowed by the gods and the ones who wields the power had sacrifice something in return. The humans and the other race had unique abilities which they have possess since the first war against race. The were beast gave up their will and became the strongest, humans give up the strength and became the smartest, demons give up their sanity and became merciless, sylphs give up their power and attain holiness and elves give up their judgement and became the finest. While the first war had ended, demons won and dominate the world as they began to enslave the other race but no one was happy and satisfied with it. The gods were threatened by the prominent power of the demon race and chose candidates of each race to overpower the demons. They treat them like a plague and the second war had started by a blow of a horn. With the help of the God of Light, the four race suppressed the demon race and little by little they managed to seal them off. The demon race was ca

“Urk” Hellion spat out blood as the back of the blade hit her stomach. She took a staggering step back and glanced up to the two demons who were swirling their knives towards her. She tilted her head and look at her dagger. It’s already worn out and the blade was already deformed because she cut the thick skin countless times. She gritted her teeth and wiped away the blood on her mouth as she tried to strike a fatal blow again. The two demons evade her as they retreat on the opposite side. Hellion squinted her eyes and look on her right as she managed to dodge the coming blade towards her neck however, the demon on the left side successfully cut through her leg slashing a long wound. Hellion shook as she felt unsteady. She retreat a few steps and leapt away from the two but as she landed her feet she felt the stinging pain of the cut. She darted her face towards them and pursed her lips, trying to endure the injury she just had. Hellion positioned her dagger on her front as she to

Chains bonded onto her wrist, her body hung low as the beautiful face drooped, her eyes were tightly shut with her brows occasionally wrinkling in discomfort. Hellion was tied up yet again. Not in that cold place but in this unfamiliar room. Her dress silently flutter in the wind with her feet floating in the ground. She look like those who are about to be execute for their crime. But what crime have she ever committed to end up to this? The room was quiet, just like the place she had been shackled before. This place is also similar but the only difference is that the executioner was with her unlike back then. He was sitting leisurely as he stared at her with a cold face. Xegris sat in cross-arms on the table near her. His very eyes remained on her body as the torn dress slightly revealed a small portion of her porcelain skin. His eyes squinted, a hint of perplexing emotion flickered in his irises. His throat suddenly felt parched and there was a strange itch on his hands. He coldly

Xegris put down the cup as he stared silently on the person on the bed. He glued her eyes on her face as he admire the beautiful picture in front of him. This girl, she resist a lot no matter what kind of torture he does to her. She won’t dropped, her will was so solid like an iron being melt only to toughened up. He coldly look at her neck. The bandage was still fresh and blood that dripped into his fingers that day was so warm. He ruthlessly take her that day and it was the most pleasant s*x he ever had. He looked at her slenderness as he suddenly got the urge to grab her and pinned her down on the sheets. He wanted to drill himself to her completely making her submit. What would it be like if he pushed her down like that? Will she scream in pleasure or pain? He can clearly remember her voice as she cried under him. Xegris gulped hard as he let out a mischievous smile. A thought suddenly come into his mind. He really wanted to take her. To own her, to make her submit to him, to ta