All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

~Elara~‎‎He catches my fingers, pressing them to his lips. “You don’t feel it, do you?” he whispers. “The curse, it’s feeding on your energy. Every spell they try only makes it stronger.”‎‎I can feel it now, faint but real. The darkness that crept into my veins hasn’t left. It hums beneath the surface, a quiet whisper that calls my name in a voice that isn’t mine.‎‎“Maybe it’s punishment,” I murmur. “For touching it.”‎‎“No,” he growls softly. “This isn’t your fault. It’s hers.”‎‎Anita. ‎The name burns even in my weakened mind.‎‎Dravon rises suddenly, pacing like a caged wolf. His hands flex, claws half out, his wolf so close to the edge that his pupils flash gold. The ground trembles faintly beneath each step.‎‎“I should’ve killed her when I had the chance,” he mutters, voice trembling with restrained violence. “She’ll pay for this. She’ll-”‎‎“Dravon,” I whisper. “Please.”‎‎He stops mid-step, shoulders rigid. Slowly, he turns to me again. All the fury drains from his

~Mia~‎‎A low growl of agreement ripples through the room. A few nods. A few clenched fists.‎‎Progress.I continue. “That's why I'm here, to encourage us that though the Queen may be currently down, she wouldn't want our spirits to be also down. She'll want us to charge forward to the battlefield, and defeat the enemies that dare threaten our Kingdom, that dare attempt to take her life. We're going to train, go to that battlefield and bring back victory!”‎‎‎For a heartbeat, no one speaks. Then, slowly, one soldier kneels. Then another. And another. Within moments, the entire room lowers their heads.‎‎I wasn’t expecting that. My throat tightens, but I keep my chin up. “Alright then,” I say, forcing a grin. “Get off your knees before I cry. We’ve got work to do.”‎‎Laughter breaks the tension like sunlight cracking through storm clouds.‎‎We move outside, where the training yard is already buzzing. Soldiers sharpen blades, adjust armor, practice formations. The clang of steel r

~Dravon~‎‎The moment my fangs sink into her skin, the taste of her blood hit me like fire and honey and sin. It is too sweet. Too pure. My vampire side completely takes over. Every cell in my body screamed to drink deeper, to take it all. ‎Her blood isn’t just warm, it's alive, pulsing with power. It slides down my throat like molten light, igniting the monster inside me.‎‎More, my mind hisses. Just a little more.The seer comes by my side to pull me off, but my vampire summons shadows from beneath, choking her up in the air and slamming her on the wall. She crumples to the ground, her body immobile.He continues taking up more blood while I fight to gain back control.‎‎But then I felt her twitch. Her heartbeat falters. Her pulse slows down.‎‎Her color, gone.‎‎I freeze, my fangs still in her neck.‎‎No.‎‎No, no, no-‎‎I rip myself away, gasping, blood smeared across my lips. I'm finally back in control, but it seems… it seems I'm too late. “No,” I whisper hoarsely. “I c

~Elara~Aria shakes her head in agreement. “I've seen a red crystal shaped tattoo on his neck as well, but he hides it well with his clothes.”“He also let it slip that he knows Anita has dark magic during one of our conversations. Only us alongside the spies know about it.” I pause before continuing. “Plus, when I was still bedridden by the curse. Though I couldn't move, I remember sniffing a faint scent of a rose perfume, the same one Anita uses.”“It's true,” Mia says. “I don't know him that well, but the few times I've met him I found it weird that he was using a rose scented perfume.”I'm sure he's the one who killed Lord Dimitri. I can remember his reaction to Lord Dimitri's words of Anita being a puppet.“We have to detain him immediately before tomorrow.” Michael says. “He’s aware of almost all our formation and I'm sure he'll try to move tonight to disperse everything he knows.” Dravon's expression has shifted to a cold one. “We have no mercy for traitors. I'll move tonight

~Mia~‎‎I spin to see him, a mountain of muscle and power, his sword glowing faintly blue from the runes etched into its blade. His black hair is tied back, his jaw set in that same infuriatingly calm way that said he was both annoyed and impressed at once. This is the first time I'm noticing him since the fight began, I can't even find Elara anywhere.‎‎“I am focused!” I shout, slicing at another rogue.‎‎“Focused doesn’t usually mean nearly getting your head taken off!”‎‎I duck under a swipe and kick hard, sending my opponent tumbling. “Define ‘nearly’!”‎‎He groans. “You’re impossible.”‎‎“Thank you!”‎‎Despite the blood and screams, I find myself grinning. Maybe it’s battle madness. Maybe I'm just insane. Maybe it's a coping mechanism to this new chaos around me. But Thorne’s voice steadies me in a way nothing else can.‎‎He decides to stay by my side. We fight side by side, moving like we’ve trained for years instead of mere weeks. He blocks, I strike. He dodges, I cover