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

Chapter 864 Chapter 864: Zaiper spat blood, trying to fight back, but the vampire was much stronger. Stronger. Damn eclipse moon. "Get your filthy hands off me!" he growled, trying to push the vampire away. "Kelvin!" Frederick barked, breathing heavily. "Gather the rest of our men... we're done here. Get them out!" "You can't leave!" Zaiper gasped, struggling to get up. "Deal's made!" Frederick turned, baring his fangs. "Deal's closed," he hissed, then turned to Kelvin.

"Move, before the First Ruler and the damn Werewolf King..." But as he turned, Zaiper roared, drawing his sword with a fluid motion and driving it deep into Frederick's back. "Frederick!" Kelvin shouted, galloping toward them, but it was already too late. Zaiper stabbed him again. And again. The blood splattered his face and hands, warm and wet. He leaned over the dying commander, eyes glowing with a wild light. "Let's see how you retreat without any guts," he snarled. He licked the blood off his lips and spat. "Tastes like rotting meat." Kelvin knelt beside Frederick's corpse. "You...

bastard..." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ƒind ηøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Zaiper stepped over Frederick's body, the sword still dripping. "Listen closely," he growled. "You won't abandon this fight. Even a single Urekai life lost tonight deserves to be celebrated." He leaned in. "And you'll get me out of here without a scratch. Or I'll have Kady tear your twin brother apart, piece by piece." Kelvin's hands clenched into trembling fists. His fangs were bared, his eyes red. "I'll kill you," he said, grinding his teeth. Zaiper smiled coldly. "Line up.

Maybe in two centuries, if you live that long." He licked a smear of blood from his wrist, only to drive the knife in deeper. "What's it going to be, Second-in-Command?" Kelvin trembled and spat on the ground. "Let's go." He pivoted on his heel and ran. Lᴀtеst chαptєrs n glнovєls.со Zaiper followed, smiling. But the grace was fading. The streets were littered with corpses: many vampires and some werewolves, but not a single Urekai. How had my plan failed so badly? Someone had betrayed me. They turned a corner and ducked into a narrow alley, half-collapsed from the skirmish.

"We'll go through the northern district," Zaiper murmured. "There's a tunnel entrance beyond the archives-" "No," Kelvin snapped. "This way. It's clear. I just passed through." . . .