All Chapters of Taking The Demon's Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Axel barged into his father’s tent as the troops waited for orders to march. “Father, perhaps you should reconsider this war. I spoke to Lady Maren… It seems Luca is already in Ingram.” Theoden adjusted his outer robe. “And she knows this because?” “Luca came to her. He was with Rufus Loughty and David. We can’t proceed without considering their safety.” “You’re mistaken. This gives us even more reason to take down Ingram.” “Father, I beg you, let’s approach this with caution. What if my brother was right and the real culprit wasn’t Arlen? If the other kingdoms lose their heirs, all of this will have been for nothing.” “I forbid you from mentioning this to Zavian. Claude’s son has always been a rebel at heart-it’s not my concern if he gets caught in the fire.” “And Luca? Are you going to doom him as well?” “Think of the people who have died because King Caesar and his son are still alive! Your brother has been brainwashed, Axel. Once that family is dead, we’ll finally be

Julius thought he had fallen into a dream when he woke up in an old bed, cooped up in a different setting than the one he slept in the night before. Sitting up, the world appeared brighter. He could hear the shrill melody of birds chirping and a rushing stream sweeping over pebbled rocks. There was a faint throb in his head, but it subsided as he gathered himself.A pair of straw slippers sat beside the bedpost, along with a bamboo hat perched on the side.Julius' mind remained blank even as he stepped outside the wooden hut. The tranquillity of nature greeted him with a glimmer he had not seen in days. His feet stumbled a few times as he moved further away from where he had slept. When they came within inches of the clear stream, he stopped. Something about this stillness felt off- too off for someone like him."You're awake."His gaze shot away from the water. He adjusted his footing as the familiar voice approached, attached to a tall, healthy man. Thick dark brows, kind eyes, a we

Roxanne did not tarry when she received word from her nephew. Gathering a few men, she put things in place and left her homeland. It took days traveling by an airship, but she finally touched down in Kellet.“Axel, you said it was urgent.” Roxanne managed to stay composed despite her troubled mind. She was never one to show emotion, though she never imagined Axel would have company. “Queen Basma, Lady Maren…” She was surprised to see them.“Aunt, we have to stop him,” Axel said helplessly.“Nephew, what’s going on?” Roxanne’s brow scrunched. Axel sighed, glancing at the women before speaking. His statements were precise and brief, but Roxanne needed stronger reasons to meddle in her brother’s warfare.“Why would Theoden call it off after all Arlen Braddock did to the great clans?”“My nephew has done nothing,” Queen Basma interjected with a sarcastic smirk.Roxanne raised a brow. “Your nephew?”“I raised that boy. He is incapable of striking the innocent - not for the likes of your de

Zavian and his group were the first to enter the city. Their role was to create a major diversion, so Theoden and the rest could sneak into the southern castle gates, from where the pressure would be less. But again, this place was weirdly empty. As they advanced forward, there was finally some sign of life: scores of soldiers standing guard at the entrance.Leading the men, Zavian charged at the disciples who appeared to be unmoved by their aggression. Once their swords struck the enemy, they disappeared into thin air.“Huh?” Zavian scrunched his face in awe. He shrugged off the feeling and gave the signal to keep moving. Carrying forward, they saw a different set of troops, leading them away from the main castle walls, towards the coast to another fort. Like blind mice, they attacked again. Killing them did not work because they too vanished upon contact.This left the invaders confused and highly spooked. They began to murmur amongst themselves, slowly falling into the trap by taki

Zavian counted the seconds before the circle of flames went out, grunting low in his throat. Heat rippled across his face, the air thick with the smell of burning fur and iron. When the fire finally died, the soldiers burst outward in every direction, hungry for a kill. Steel flashed, teeth bared, each fighter desperate to take their pound of flesh. The battlefield roared to life.Zariah’s warriors swept anticlockwise around the smoldering ground. What looked like chaos was, in truth, a deliberate design - a maze with five layers and a core: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth. The outer movements were fluid, shifting just enough to bait the enemy into the trap.Fire struck first, meant to rattle their enemies - to scorch their courage before the real assault began.The second ring, Metal, stood as a wall of lightly armored phantom warriors, swift and hard to kill, absorbing the brunt of the beast-men’s charge. Behind them came the Wood contingent: beta archers hardened by years of tr