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All Chapters of The Tattooed Queen: Claimed By The Mad King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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The Vampire Prince’s Offer

❤️ The Vampire Prince’s Offer ❤️IronBlood Kingdom:Malgron's Palace:The long journey back from the Dark Mountain had been cold, slow, and completely exhausting. Malgron had marched through the thick, black forests and across the jagged, rocky hills without taking a single break to catch his breath. His heavy mind was spinning in circles, consumed with thoughts of Cedric, his daughter Kaelithra, and his sworn enemy Draevon. But he had not slowed his pace. He had refused to sit down and rest or even transport himself back to his palace. He kept pushing his aching legs forward, driven by a deep, frantic urgency that he could barely put into simple words.He had been thrown out. Kicked to the dirt like an unwanted dog. Sent marching straight back to his own land like a lowly palace servant who had stayed past his welcome. The bitter memory of Cedric's cold amber eyes, the flat dismissal in his soft voice, and the weird magic that had spun the world around and dumped him at the botto

Miraeve Was His Price

❤️ Miraeve Was His Price ❤️IronBlood Kingdom:Malgron's Palace:Malgron's eyes narrowed tight. A dark, mean smile pulled at the side of his mouth. He let out a harsh, dry laugh that had no real joy in it at all."Put an end to Draevon?" Malgron repeated the words, his deep voice full of pure mockery and disbelief. "And why on earth would a little prince like you want to go up against a man like Draevon? What could he have possibly done to hurt you? And more to the point, why in the world do you think I would ever lend a hand to help you with that? Who told you that I have any business or quarrel with King Draevon in the first place?"Darius took another small step forward toward the table. He leaned his hands heavily against the back of a high chair, his knuckles turning pure white against his pale skin from how hard he was gripping the frame."Everybody in the land knows the truth, King Malgron," Darius said softly, his voice dropping low and sharp. "Every single person with ear

The King’s Pawn

❤️ The King’s Pawn ❤️Prince Darius bright red eyes were locked onto Malgron, burning with a wild mixture of intense focus and sheer desperation. He had been kept waiting in this silent hall for hours on end, pacing back and forth across the flagstones, sitting down for a few minutes, standing up again, and pacing the perimeter until his boots hurt. His patience had worn down to nothing, and his nerves were completely shot.Malgron stood just a few paces away, his deep green eyes fixed squarely on the young vampire prince. His thick arms remained crossed tight over his chest, his expression entirely unreadable. He studied Darius like a forest predator sizing up a wounded beast, carefully weighing his strength, searching for his weaknesses, and thinking of his exact usefulness to his own war plans.Darius shifted his feet uncomfortably under the crushing weight of that heavy green gaze. His fingers tightened their grip on the chair until his knuckles turned as white as bone. He coul

The King’s Pawn (2)

❤️ The King’s Pawn (2) ❤️Malgron’s dark lips pulled back into a slow, cold smile. It was a mean, bitter grin that held zero warmth and did not reach his sharp eyes at all. It was the cruel smile of a king who had just found the exact tool he needed to carry out his evil work."You are truly willing to do whatever dirty job needs to be done?" Malgron asked softly, his deep voice dropping down low, barely sounding louder than a whisper in the massive stone room. "You are ready to get your hands thoroughly covered in filth? You are ready to kill every single person who steps up to stop you? Even your own blood brother? Even the people in your palace?"Darius's red eyes twitched slightly. For a brief second, a small shadow of hesitation passed over his pale face. A tiny spark of doubt flashed in his mind. But it vanished just as quickly as it came, wiped away by the dark, burning obsession that was eating his soul alive."Yes," the prince answered, his voice coming out steady, cold,

The Invisible Chain

❤️ The Invisible Chain ❤️The Dark Mountain was a land buried in thick silence and heavy shadows. Cedric stood completely still in the middle of his room. His bright amber eyes were fixed on the window, looking out into the grey empty space beyond the door. His face was set like hard carved rock, showing no feeling at all, but his broad shoulders sagged under a heavy weight, a deep tiredness that came from spending hundreds of years waiting in the dark.He had been standing by that window for hours after Malgron left.Slowly, his right hand drifted down toward his waist. Hidden beneath his tunic, resting flat against his bare skin, was something that no other living soul could see. It was an invisible chain. A thick, magical shackle wrapped tight around his waist like a heavy serpent made of pure light. It was not forged out of iron or bronze but out of ancient power, bound so tight that it felt like an extra rib.He pressed his fingers against his side and felt the familiar, hot

Who Am I Really?

❤️ Who Am I Really? ❤️The first thing Kaelithra noticed as her senses slowly returned was the extreme softness beneath her aching body. The bed was warm, deep, and comfortable, with thick velvet blankets draped heavy across her legs.She blinked her heavy eyes slowly, her sluggish mind struggling to piece together everything that had just happened. Her whole body felt heavy, stiff, and completely exhausted, as if she had been sound asleep for days on end. She tried hard to think back, trying to push past the fog that clouded her mind.And then the whole memory came rushing back to her in a flash.The wild fight in the courtyard outside. The rising anger boiling in her blood. Draevon standing there intentionally provoking her, pushing every single one of her buttons, forcing her to lose all self-control and then before she could react he had simply stepped up, touched his fingertips to her forehead, and her entire world had gone instantly black.She sat up slowly, pressing one h

Malgron’s Hidden Agenda

❤️ Malgron’s Hidden Agenda ❤️Kaelithra's mind still spinning out of control from every crazy thing he had just dropped on her as her heart was pounding violently inside her chest, beating so hard that she could literally feel the throbbing pulse right up in her throat."If you are going to sit there and refuse to tell me who my true parents are," she said, her voice sounding tight, strained, and raw, "then who on earth can? Who else in this whole realm actually knows the full truth about where I came from?"Draevon slowly turned his body around to face her. His sharp face remained mostly blank, but a faint flicker passed through his pale eyes, something subtle that looked almost like a dark sense of amusement."You will simply have to ask Malgron yourself," he said softly.Kaelithra blinked her eyes, completely caught off guard. "What did you just say?""You heard my words clearly enough," Draevon replied, his tone even and flat. "If you truly want to uncover the real truth abo

The Weak Prince’s Promise

❤️ The Weak Prince’s Promise ❤️The grand throne room was surprisingly warm and quiet as it was night time and candles was lit up around and Kaelithra sat on a chair right beside Draevon, a massive iron pot filled with thick meat broth resting on the floor in front of her. The broth was rich and loaded with large chunks of tender roasted meat and root vegetables that had been left to simmer on the stove for hours. White steam rose from the surface in long, lazy curls, filling the space with an incredible aroma.Korgath had cooked the meal himself. He had been working quietly in the kitchen since the late afternoon, moving around with the smooth efficiency of a man who had spent his entire life feeding hungry warriors. He had barely spoken a word to anyone all evening. He rarely did. But the deep flavor of his food always spoke for him.Kaelithra had been completely silent since waking up in Draevon's room. She had not offered a single sentence to the conversation, nor had she pus

The Attack on Khyrador

❤️ The Attack on Khyrador ❤️The early morning was quiet. It was far too quiet for a place holding so many warriors.High up on the thick walls, the guards at the outer gates stood firm at their posts, their eyes scanning the wide horizon for any sign of trouble. On the surface, everything looked peaceful. Everything looked completely normal.The very first sign of trouble was a strange ripple in the clear morning air. A weird shimmer and then, with a loud tearing sound, magical portals ripped open right inside the palace grounds.One large portal appeared right near the eastern wall of the palace. Another one tore open on the exact opposite side of the yard. They swirled violently with dark purple energy and pulsing with ancient, forbidden magic. And then, the bloodthirsty army came pouring through the gaps.King Malgron's lycan soldiers burst out of the swirling portals like a wild river tearing through a broken dam. They were massive, heavily muscular beasts, covered in dark

The Attack on Khyrador (2)

❤️ The Attack on Khyrador (2) ❤️The Main Hall: King Draevon stood completely still right in the center of the main hall, his pale eyes locked onto the doors at the far end of the room. He had been standing in this exact spot waiting for this moment to arrive. He had known deep down in his gut that this attack was coming today. He had felt the threat coming in his very bones. The massive oak doors suddenly burst inward with a deafening crash, splinters flying everywhere, and King Malgron strode into the hall. The Lycan king had fully transformed into his dark beast form. His body had grown far larger and more heavily muscular, completely covered in a thick layer of coarse green fur. His thick claws were fully drawn, long, sharp, and dripping with fresh red blood from the guards outside. His huge fangs were exposed in a permanent snarl, his wild eyes glowing with a terrifying green fury. He looked like an ancient monster. A nightmarish beast made of muscle and blood. But Draev

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