All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

~Mia~‎‎“You’ll make a dead man if you keep talking.”‎‎He tries to smirk but it fails as he coughs instead, blood staining his lips. My heart clenches.‎‎“No, no, no…” I press harder, ignoring the warm stickiness under my hands. “Stay awake. Come on, Thorne.”‎‎His hand lifts weakly, fingers brushing my cheek. “You… dragged me?”‎‎“Apparently, I’m stronger than I look.”‎‎“Always knew that,” he murmurs, his voice fading.‎‎I lean closer. “Then prove you were right. Stay alive.”‎‎His eyes flutter closed.‎‎“Thorne!” I shake him, panic clawing at my throat. His pulse is faint but it’s there. I swallow hard, forcing down the rising dread.‎‎I have to protect him.I have to take him to the healers camp no matter what, even if it costs me my life. He has to receive treatment, he has to live. Staying here will only worsen his condition. ‎‎I grab my sword again, the blade slick and dirty. My hands are trembling, not from fear but rage. Pure, white-hot rage.I hear something, sn

~ELARA~“Why should I have to choose? Why do I have to pick other options when everything was mine? Why do I have to give way for you?” She gives me a sinister smile. “All these, is me taking back what rightfully belongs to me.”“Dravon will never be yours.”She scoffs. “Oh the fool can go to hell! Why are you so shortsighted?” She gestures to the chaos around us. “Can't you see the bigger picture here? Can't you see that I'm fighting for the kingdom? Can't you see that I'm building an empire?”I give her a smug smile. “Your empire or Elder Huncho's empire?”She smirks. “It's not surprising you figured it out. You were always too smart for your good.” She wipes off the sweat that has formed due to our endless fighting. “He was the only one who truly saw me, who helped me when everyone abandoned me, when I was no longer the King's betrothed. He showed me what I can become, made me see that I don't need a stupid tri-breed. I just need myself. With his brains and my cleverness we'll take

~DRAVON~‎Anita coughs, blood spilling from her lips. “‎No- it's Calistra- Calistra.”‎Her words barely make it through the fog of rage. I raise my clawed hand, ready to end it, to crush her throat and burn her army to ashes. But then-‎‎“Dravon…”‎‎The sound of her voice stops me cold.‎‎Weak. Shaking. Barely there.‎‎But hers.‎‎I turn. She’s on her knees, blood staining her side, her sword half-buried in the ground. Calistra stands behind her, dagger still slick with Elara’s blood.‎‎‎I launch forward, rage already blindfolding me. Calistra barely has time to turn before I’m on her. My claws slam her down, pinning her against the ground. She screams, thrashing under my hold, but it's all useless.‎‎“You shouldn’t have touched her,” I snarl, voice a growl layered with the beast’s echo.‎‎Her eyes meet mine. It's cold, defiant and unrepentant. “And yet I did.”‎‎She spits blood in my face.‎‎That’s enough.I wrap my hands on her neck, my grip tightening as I lift her up the

~MIA~‎‎I shift my stance, feet firm on the blood-soaked earth. “You talk too much.”‎‎Her eyes narrow. “I’m the Queen of Frostfire. No one dares insult me, nevertheless a sheep masquerading as a wolf. You’ll regret that.”‎‎Then she’s moving fast, faster than a wolf should be.She's not lying when she said she's practically a trained assassin. She's good, but I was trained to be smarter.Her blade flashes toward my throat. I duck, the edge slicing a strand of my hair. The air cracks with the force of her swing.‎‎I roll aside, come up behind her, slash at her shoulder. She parries easily, the impact ringing through my arms. Sparks fly.‎‎“You’re not what I expected,” she admits, twisting her sword in a deadly arc. “But skill isn’t enough. You need the will to kill.”‎‎“I have that,” I hiss, blocking her next blow.‎‎Our blades lock, faces inches apart. Her eyes gleam with cold amusement. “Prove it.”‎‎I shove her back and strike again, a blur of movement and instinct. Every l

~ELARA~‎‎“Where?” I ask, though my voice is barely more than a whisper.‎‎“Somewhere that still remembers peace.”‎‎He doesn’t wait for my answer. When he ensures that I've been properly treated, he simply leads me away from the healers camp. He leads me away from the battlefield on his horse, from the screams, the smoke, the ghosts. Soldiers that still lingers around part to let us through, bowing their heads.‎‎We ride in silence. Past the campfires. Past the wounded. Past the broken banners of a kingdom, Frostfire, that no longer exist from today.‎‎It takes time, but eventually, the stench of death fades into the clean scent of rain and pine. The path winds upward, toward a cliff I know too well. It's been a long time since I came here, but I remember each corner like I was here yesterday.‎‎The cliff where Dravon and I first met.‎‎Where everything began.‎‎The wind here is sharp, almost playful, tugging at my hair. The sky stretches open, streaked with gold and violet as