All Chapters of Princess and her four Princes : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

~Asad~ I quickly mount the toughest and deadliest spell in me and send it to Magnus Wrath’s way. Because he was focused on ending the dragon, he wasn’t expecting to be spelled. So, when my spell hit him, he dropped straight dead and lifeless on the floor. Azrien Hator turns to me in alarm or maybe shock. He looks over at where Bethany now has Serarion flat on his back, screaming in pain as her magic courses through him, dark smoke writhing around both of them. "Hator! Now!" Serarion screeches. He manages to finally drive another switchblade into Bethany's thigh. She barely reacts, as if she's entranced by her Malefic magic, eager for his death. Azrien Hator has no expression. He turns and rushes out of the fight unscathed without a single look over his shoulder at his dying Liminal member. I don't have time to linger on how strange that is. Instead, I race toward Jayan, who has shifted back into his human form and is wrestling with another shifter despite the gaping wound still

~Bethany~I can sense it even from here…the change in his essence.How dare he do this? I might've been fine. He should have left me.Only even within me, I have the visceral feeling inside of me that tells me I wouldn’t have been fine. I would have died. And I think he felt it. He knew.I sit on the bed beside Asad, wiping any remaining moisture from my eyes. Gods, what has today turned into?Most of the Nobles are either dead or looking for an escape route out of this godsforsken place. I can only pray to the universe that Zuri and Hellion are all right.And if the Liminal order dropped everything and ran at the first sign of the Venenum, things are about to get a lot harder.I'll be hunting them. They'll be hunting me.It's going to be a bloody, bloody mess.I stare at my Fae prince, lying unconscious on the bed. His short hair is damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead as he fights the fever. His breathing is labored, and the veins are indeed popping up and vanishing all at on

~Bethany~I see that same realization dawn on the others as Olyon tips his head curiously, Mosley scowls, and Jayan frowns.Jay huffs. "How the fuck did she get in here? I know she saved our lives, but still. Maybe Sad’s old spells are weakening from his transition or something? Is that a thing?"I don't have answers, but I notice Hellion checking over his shoulder at the hallway, which is now filled with smoke and the distant echo of shouting.Clearly, Crestbane University is in chaos after the Liminal order abandoned everything and ran off.A chill runs down my spine, and my senses sharpen painfully. I look back at Zuri. “There are more Tophet-bound creatures in Crestbane?"She blinks. "Yeah, there are. How did you-oh, right! You can sense them, like you sensed that ugly-ass creature back in Torah. We need to get away from here as fast as possible. It's mayhem out there, and I want to just go home to my mom and…" Zuri's voice breaks, and she takes a deep, shaky breath. Hellion kiss

I drop into Velthra on instinct, which is fortunate because if I'd hesitated a moment longer, I would have ended up dead and gone courtesy of the mighty hunting Mopole that leaps through the air where I was just standing.The bounty hunters are already here. Fuck!"I thought I saw the Vel Morin," a voice says following the frightful Mopole entrance.I turn to observe the newcomers. Two of them have the emblem of Crestbane’s registered bounty hunters on their arms, and the other two don’t.They are markers. They are here to identify the dead and make note of the Nobles who are still alive so that hunters will also hunt them down and eliminate them.But from the looks of determination and distaste on their faces, and the guns they're brandishing, it's clear they're also here for the kill."You must've imagined it. Why the hell would the Vel Morin be here?" One of the bounty hunters asks his colleague."Not to boast or something. But my father is on good terms with Elyraeth, and she told

"You're feeling all right?" I check, fascinated by this beautiful time we’re spending together.Bethany nods and slowly begins to pull her face away.“Beth-”"Shh, it's fine.” She tells me. “No matter how bad Velthra becomes, I will always withstand it.”I watch in utter fascination as she stares right into my face.I smile. It's unusual that anyone can withstand Velthra in this state, with numerous monstrous creatures slipping past us as we speed away.Then again, Bethany grew up in a far darker, unquestionably cruel plane of existence.Soon we arrive at the training ground, and she smiles at me. “Thank you,” she tells me and tugs me along. “Come, the others are waiting."We head straight down the stairs that lead underground. A dim light illuminates somewhere far down the underground pathway, so we drift towards it, turning a few corners.The light is from Hellion holding a torch to Zuri’s face. He’s checking to see if she has any unhealed wounds while fussing over something I have