All Chapters of Becoming the Elf King's bride: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

The Dark Lord grinned, his gaze sharp. “What I’m currently interested in… is your head.”“Oh, still sore about the past, are we?” the Earth Spirit teased. “That was long ago, Vathar. Why not let it go? Don't tell me that even after all these centuries, you can't handle the fact that I never loved you.”“Shut up!” The Dark Lord roared, his composure breaking. “Let it go? You want me to let it go? To forget how you toyed with me? How you played with my feelings for eight whole years?”Prince Ron poked his head from the side, clickling his tongue in disapproval. “Don’t forget how he beat you up and sealed you in the Underworld like some rabid dog.”The Earth Spirit’s gaze immediately snapped to Prince Ron who slyly wiggled his brows and hid behind the Dark Lord once again. He wondered how Ron could know such things. Could it be that he got his memories and powers back? He shook his head. That was impossible. He made sure of it. There must be something else. “After I defeat him again,” h

Prince Ron shrugged for he really didn't know. “Something about the way you said it just seemed weird to me. Your eyes however, were what really gave you away.” Dareth nodded. “I see. Then again, you can only recognise my eyes if you've regained your memories. Which should be impossible since the seal is—” He stopped abruptly.Prince Ron’s eyes narrowed. “What? The seal is what?”“Nice try.” Dareth chuckled. “You won’t pull secrets out of me.” He tilted his head, grin widening. “It doesn’t matter anyway. Memories or not, I'll still kill you. Maybe I should change Zedekiel back and make him watch as I slowly roast you and your kids with lightening. You do remember how you died last time right?”Prince Ron held Vathar’s sleeve tighter, his heart thumping in his chest but he wore a brave face. “We'll see who will die this time.”Vathar’s voice cut through the tension as he pushed Prince Ron properly behind him. “So all this years…” His crimson eyes burned. “You’ve been pretending to be

Nemyra shook her head with a sigh. “It won't work.”“Please, Nemyra.” He pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation. If she truly refused to help them, he didn't know who else he could turn to. Apart from wanting to save his beloved and everyone else, he made a promise to Vathar. He had to release Eron. “Don’t you want to see Dareth gone?” He asked her. “Aren't you tired of his tyranny? Don't you want it all to end? Do you want to jet remain forgotten and disappear like all the other gods who were too weak to do anything? Besides, if you help us and we destroy Dareth, your worshippers will come back to you. You will be remembered as the goddess who stood for truth, not the one who hid away in fear. Don't you want that? I’ll make it happen. I'll find a way. You just have to trust me.” Alaric nodded in agreement. “Trust him.” His little brother had already proven trustworthy by cooking up such a fantastic plan. He alone made Lord Dareth come down from the heavens and he made the D

One of the Heavenly Enforcers shifted, his gaze sweeping dangerously close to where they stood. Before he could move, Nemyra seized Ron by his wrist and yanked him into the shadow of a towering stone pillar. Her body pressed close, her breath hushed against his ear.“I know a secret entrace,” she whispered. “We can use that to get inside, but we have to be very, very quiet. Not a single word. Do you understand?”Ron swallowed hard and nodded quickly. He would of course not make any noise. Who in their right mind wanted to be roasted alive by heavenly lightning? Certainly not him.The Enforcer’s gaze swept past the pillar and moved on.Taking the opportunity, Nemyra tugged Ron along. They moved like shadows, using the stone pillars to hide from view, circling the vast tower until they reached its far side where the guards were fewer.Nemyra squatted and pressed her palm flat to the ground. With a soft rumble, the earth split open, revealing a dark passage descending beneath the tower.

“That’s because you're not,” Nemyra replied, glaring at the Enforcer. “Lord Dareth called upon the weavers of Fate one day and asked them how he would die. They told him that he would meet his end at the hands of a True god and a Witch with fiery red hair. It isn't a prophecy. Some, like him,” she gestured at the Enforcer who was now staring at Ron in awe. “just made it out to be.”Prince Ron pressed his palms against his face, groaning. If that was how Dareth was going to meet his end, then they were in big trouble. He was not a witch. Neither was Zedekiel a True god. No wonder the evil god didn't really seem bothered about the issue. He must be thinking that there was no way he would die. Ugh, how were they supposed to win now? He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to doubt himself. One thing at a time.The Enforcer suddenly leaned forward earnestly. “Please, Chosen One. We have suffered for far too long. Let me help you. I can take you to where Lord Eron is being kept and even the