That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 800 Chapter 800: "Calm your damned beast, or I'll take matters into my own hands." With that, Vladya turned and walked away. Daemonikai remained there, alone in the silence. Speechless. Motionless. For the first time in a long while, he had no idea what to say. Hours later, Daemonikai sat in the recliner in his bedroom-freshly washed, newly bandaged, and wrapped in clean sheets. Faiwick had done a meticulous job: the bleeding was under control, the wounds had been thoroughly cleaned, and the stitches were neat. The pain lingered, but the worst had passed.

Daemonikai had his eyes closed, though sleep remained out of reach. The voices had quieted for now, but his head still pounded like a demon. Even so, the silence and solitude suited him. He would take whatever peace he could find. He was still furious with Vladya. That hadn't changed, and he'd already made a mental note to punch him in the gut the next time they crossed paths. But the truth was still the truth. Vladya was right. The thirst to kill was becoming impossible to ignore. And the more he fed that hunger, the closer he drifted to the Land of Madness. He knew the road.

He'd walked it before. After Alvin died in his arms, after he found the lifeless bodies of Myka and Evie, he'd started to spiral, going from zero to ninety. But what pushed him over the edge were the murders that followed. He had tasted the blood of his enemies- And he had surrendered. Completely. He had shifted into his beast form and massacred every human soldier in his path. The sound of their bones snapping, their screams echoing in his ears... that was the last coherent thing he remembered before collapsing. Now, he stood on the edge again. And the hunger for slaughter had returned.

I∆ţ€ş† ¢нåρтεѓś ¡η g∆lиσνεℓš.cøm Sheer willpower was no longer enough to keep him steady. He needed to satisfy his most basic instincts-soon. Someone knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a response. Daemonikai opened his eyes and found Emeriel standing there. "I heard you returned," she said softly. But her gaze quickly shifted- To the bandages, the worry following. "My King..." "I'm fine." He extended his hand. "Come here." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Her steps were slow as she crossed the room toward him. He watched her in silence. . . .