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

Chapter 867 Chapter 867: Zaiper staggered where he stood and received a punch to the stomach. "And it was very meticulous," Daemonikai clicked his tongue softly. "Three scrolls. Three different messenger birds. Sent from three different outposts. I wonder if the number was symbolic." "I can't..." Zaiper rasped. "Are you telling me... that she... Sinai?" "Yes," Daemonikai nodded calmly. "And I'm grateful. Because now, at last, I have you within my reach. When I'm done with you, Zaiper... you'll wish I had killed you at the trial.

You'll wish your life had ended before today began." "Why don't we start now?" Behind him, Azrael's voice was low and hungry. "I wouldn't mind joining the fun." "No. Not yet." Daemonikai nodded toward the sky. "Not under that." The eclipsed moon hung like a burning wound: beautiful, cursed, and cruel. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "I want him alive," Daemonikai said. "The toxins in his blood are weakening him tonight. I don't want him dead yet. That doesn't fit my plans." Daemonikai stared at him without blinking.

Then he struck. The punch hit Zaiper's face with such force that the echo reverberated through the trees. His head snapped to the side, and the crack of a bone-his nose-rang clearly. He choked, blood flooding his throat. He struggled to swallow it, then collapsed against the tree's bark. The taste of iron filled his mouth. He tried to move but couldn't. Daemonikai's voice rang out again: distant, fading, like thunder after a storm cloud. "Wegai. Take him." Boots approached. Zaiper's vision blurred, and all he saw was the moon, shining like an eye that had witnessed every sin he'd committed...

now bearing witness to his fall. THE RENEWAL OF THE ECLIPSE MOON As the soldiers dragged Zaiper away, Daemonikai turned to the werewolf king and extended his hand. "Thank you, Azrael." gσv.cøm - check it out! The werewolf king took it with a firm nod. "Anything for a friend." "When I fought those bloodsuckers, and you came to my aid, everything changed. We may be even now, but call on me again, and I'll come." "You too, my friend. The lands of Urekai will always be open to you." "As are the lands of the werewolves," Azrael replied.

Daemonikai watched him retreat into the shadows, his armor gleaming beneath the strange light of the eclipse moon. . . .