Lahat ng Kabanata ng Becoming the Elf King's bride: Kabanata 391 - Kabanata 400

Zedekiel groaned, forcefully swallowing down a mouthful of blood for he didn't want Ron to see him bleed and get worried. He knew that it would take a lot of energy to revert time, especially that of large living creatures like Ice Fairies and humans but he didn't know it would be this painful. He felt like his chest was being constricted, as if a large python was squeezing the life out of him.Every cell in his body was on fire. His head ached badly, as if someone was repeatedly hitting him on it with a large hammer. Every part of him was screaming in pain and all he wanted to do was let go of the threads but he knew he couldn't. This might be his only chance to bring them back, to give them another chance at life. He couldn't bear to see Ludiciel in tears again nor the look of utter agony and hopelessness on Alaric's face. He took a deep breath despite the pain, and uttered a single command. “Back!”The wind surged outward in a violent ring of energy and the golden threads flared,

Prince Ron nodded solemnly. So Rose was still mad about the whole thing. Suddenly, the temperature of the entire place plummeted. A suffocating pressure rolled over them like a black tide, making their skin prickle. Some of them, mostly the humans, hissed in pain as the cold invaded their bodies, slithering under their skins and into their marrows like needles of ice.They all felt as if they had come upon an eerie graveyard and realised they were being watched by something that should never look your way.Breaths hitched and came out in white fog. Knees weakened and trembled. Hearts didn’t just pound, they dropped in their chests, the way a person’s stomach drops when they stand at the edge of a cliff and feel their body lean forward before their mind can stop it. Some were in a state of shock. The kind that only appears when the body has already accepted death before the mind has processed it.Terror wrapped around their throats like barbed wire. No one spoke. No one could. Not eve

The war erupted in full force.Ludiciel, Elliot, Sariel, Tariel, the Ice Fairy Queen and Seraphiel all went head to head with the evil gods while the rest handles the Heavenly Enforcers and Shadows. The battlefield became a terrible orchestra.The wet rip of tearing flesh, the howls of pain, the dull crunches of bones, the sickening slick popping sound of limbs being yanked from sockets filled the air. Steel met steel in a ringing cadence, blades screamed as they scraped across armor, sparks spitting like struck stars. Phoenix fire bloomed and hissed as they devoured the Shadows, burning swaths of the inky tentacles to greasy vapor. The air stank of ozone, iron, ash, and the stinky fishy smell of blood and decay. Only the fight — raw and terrible, roared across the field.As soon as the war began, Prince Ron was grabbed by the Queen Mother and Princess Mariel. They took him to the far edge of the square, as far from the slaughter as distance would allow.“No — no, you have to take

“Should I let Zedekiel know what's happening?” Princess Mariel asked her mum. The Queen Mother shook her head sharply. “No. Let him concentrate on the fight. The moment he learns Ron is in labour, he will abandon the battlefield. He cannot know.”Princess Mariel agreed. Only things concerning Ron could completely affect her big brother. She had seen it herself the day their evil uncle took over Netheridge. Zedekiel had been utterly broken and she had never seen such a side of him before. He was even ready to give up everything just to stay by Prince Ron's side. That was when she knew her big brother was truly in love with the human Prince. That was when she accepted that she lost. Prince Ron was the same as well. The little firecracker could get all possessive and protective when it came to Zedekiel. He could also prank others and make fun of them but when it came to Zedekiel, he was always so well behaved. She thought about it again and shook her head. Well, he was mostly well beh

Zedekiel lunged forward in a blur of silver and frost, his sword raised—but before he could reach them, Dareth flicked his wrist. A burst of invisible force rippled outward, catching Zedekiel in the chest and hurling him across the field. He hit the ground hard, the impact splitting the earth beneath him.“DARETH, STOP THIS!” Eron’s voice thundered, shaking the air. His fury called the ground to life; dust spiraled around him as his weapon materialized—a sword of stone and crystal, its double-edged blade gleaming with emerald vines which twisted and pulsed. He pointed it toward Dareth, trembling. “Don’t make me fight you.”Dareth gazed at Eron like he was looking at child then threw his head back and laughed. The sound was jagged and hollow, like the laughter of someone who had long lost his sanity. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” he sneered, though his eyes glinted with cruel delight. “I realized long ago—the best way to make you suffer like I did… was to hurt your pathetic lover!”Zedekiel