All Chapters of Becoming the Elf King's bride: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

The Queen Mother stared at them. Two trees stood where her sons had once been, their branches arched gently toward each other, as if still reaching for comfort in their final moments.She sank to her knees with a strangled sob, clutching at their trunks. “My babies…” she cried, voice cracking with sorrow.No one said a word. Grief hung thick in the air. And the town square, once so full of life, with people dancing and laughing, now stood eerily quiet, like a graveyard. Every single Elf around had turned into trees, save for Mariel, Ludiciel, the Queen Mother and a few elite Elf soldiers. Princess Mariel fell to her knees beside their mother, trying to console her but ended up crying too. After all, this was their fate. It was just a matter of time before she also ran out of magic and turned into a tree like the rest of them. No one could escape it. Prince Ludiciel couldn’t take it anymore. He turned to Elliot, gripping his hands, his voice hoarse. “You have to go. Now.”Elliot blin

“With more than half of my magic depleted, I needed nourishment from the earth to keep my seed from dying, and so, I left the tree. I walked the world in human form, searching for a land I could plant it where it would be safe and be nourished by the earth but there was almost none. The humans were at war with each other, trying to claim lands and riches, soiling the earth with their blood and hatred. It created negative energy, making the soil uninhabitable for my seed. I wandered among the humans for years, my seed getting dry and brittle. Just when I thought I would never find land, I found Ashenmore, the land of the humans who forced us into hiding.”A faraway smile touched her lips.“Ashenmore was huge. The lands vast and blessed, brimming with vitality. Despite that, I didn't want to plant my seed there, considering that they had killed many of my children. My seed would bring the land great fortune and prosperity and at that time, all I wanted was for the humans to suffer but t

Prince Ron, who was quietly watching the past, gasped at this point. Zedekiel??? And a Witch??? Why was his beloved mentioned? And with a Witch? What Witch? He wanted to see the Witch right now! What greasy lady or man were getting their hands on his beloved? He wanted to know right away!‘Focus’ he heard the Mother Tree whisper to him and he forced down his jealousy though his face remained a light shade of green. Well, whoever the Witch was stood no chance now. He was already married to his beloved and also pregnant. No one could take Zedekiel away from him.Eron noticeably tensed at the mention of Zedekiel and his Witch. Just hearing their names sent a chill down his spine. They were two beings even he avoided crossing. His gaze flicked instinctively toward a quiet, shaded corner of the grove, where the leaves covered a figure resting against the trunk of a tree, enjoying the cool night breeze.His eyes then flicked back to Dareth. “And what will they do if they find him?” he aske

Vathar paled. His heart sunk to his stomach and a cold weight settled in his gut. Eron was betrothed to another and he didn't tell him? “No.” He whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. He didn't believe it. Eron would never hide such a thing from him. “No. No you're lying. He would’ve told me…” Without warning, Dareth vanished from where he stood and reappeared before Vathar in the blink of an eye. His hand clamped around Vathar’s throat, squeezing hard. “Be careful what comes out of your mouth, boy.” he snarled, his voice like a growl of thunder before a storm. The clouds moved, covering the moon and stars, plunging the night into deeper darkness, as if to show the depth of Dareth's anger. “I am the Spirit of Night and Secrets.” He declared. There’s nothing you can hide from me. I know what you’ve been doing with Eron so just come clean before I snap your neck.” Vathar choked, eyes bulging as he struggled against Dareth's crushing grip. It felt like iron chains were coiled

The thick purple liquid in the cauldron began to boil and a thin veil of steam curled upward before falling over the edges of the cauldron like a volcano eruption without the explosive sounds. Slowly, it cleared, and faint images started to form. He could see them running. From what or to where, he didn't know, but he could tell that the bundle being carried in the arms of one of the demons was the new Dark Lord. The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark