The Ruthless King's Possession:Fated To The Untamed Beast のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 93

The war was over, but its echoes still lived in the corners of every kingdom—especially in the hearts of those who had once lived divided by fear.Seraphina stood at the edge of the human kingdom's border, her hand tightly clasped in Elliot’s. She wore a pale lavender cloak, and her soft, swollen belly peeked just beneath it—a quiet announcement of the child they were expecting. Her golden eyes scanned the horizon, where the distant rooftops of villages shimmered beneath the sun.Elliot looked down at her with a calm, grounding smile. “Are you ready?”She nodded, though her heart beat fast. “I don’t know what I’ll do if they look at me like I’m a monster.”“They won’t,” he said firmly. “And if they do… they’ll have to go through me.”They walked together past the threshold of the ancient wards that once divided magic and mortal. The guards at the gate straightened the moment they saw the royal seal on Elliot’s chest—but their eyes flickered warily to Seraphina.Witch.The word wasn't

Drakonios the Emperor & The Friend He MissesThe halls of Qombinia had changed.Once cold and echoing with distance, they now pulsed with warmth—children’s laughter, the scent of morning nectar, and the rustle of new life. But for Drakonios Tharros Azrok, now Emperor of All Realms, the silence that followed the celebration still left room for ghosts.He stood on one of the high balconies of the palace, looking out across the continent he had united by fire, blood, and sacrifice. The crown of flame above his head no longer flickered with wrath but steadied into something gentler—light meant to guide, not to scorch.Behind him, the soft sounds of Elianna and the twins filled their chambers. She was humming again—an old Xaerathian lullaby, one she had learned in dreams long before she remembered her past.But even the sweet sound of her voice couldn’t quiet the ache in his chest.“I should have said more,” he murmured aloud.The wind answered with a whisper, carrying the scent of lavende