Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 652

Chapter 652: Fear Me — 2

The thing about a spell was it never lasted forever. Every spell was but for a time. Especially a spell cast by a witch who had been killed after filling her purpose. The witch no longer lived, which meant the spell would eventually expire. The thought never crossed Benjamin’s mind, who thought he had been smart, but witches were as cunning as Fae and she never told him that the spell should be renewed else it ran out of juice.

Unlike Benjamin, Azula had been pretty much aware of that and had been biding her time. She had not just been screaming and wallowing in misery during her time in solitude. She had been thinking of ways to shatter the chains and the wrath she would pour down on all dark Faeries once she was free.

All it took to wear down the magic binding her in captivity was five years and her blood. Lots of it. Azula could not have done it by herself, which was why she had intentionally provoked the dark Fae on and made him hit her to the point she bled profusely. Ignorant fools, they had no idea what the blood of a demon could do. No wonder the witches desperately searched pure demon blood for their big spells.

The dark Fae’s eyes widened in disbelief as Azula effortlessly pulled the chain from the wall. His shock was palpable as he stumbled backward, his feet losing their footing until he landed on the ground with a thud. It was impossible. The chains were specifically designed to hold her captive, to prevent any chance of escape. Yet here she was, defying all expectations.

As he sat there, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events, Azula wasted no time in freeing herself completely. With a swift motion, she pulled her other hand free from its restraints, causing the chain to clatter to the ground with a resounding echo that seemed to reverberate with a sense of impending doom.

At last fear crept into the dark Fae’s heart knowing Azula was no ordinary captive. She was a force to be reckoned with, a formidable adversary, one who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals. She was a danger to him. To all the dark Faeries. To everyone.

The dark Fae’s instincts screamed at him to flee, to escape while he still had the chance. Panic clouded his mind, overriding any rational thought and he didn’t stop to think that Azula was freshly out of captivity and she wasn’t as powerful as before. He didn’t reason that he could subdue her in her weakened state because he was scared. He had heard the reputation of the princess of lust and she wasn’t merciful.

So he scrambled to his feet, desperation driving him to seek safety at any cost. With trembling limbs, he turned and bolted towards the nearest exit, his heart pounding in his chest.

But his flight was short-lived, halted abruptly by a sudden, ominous sound slicing through the air. Before he could comprehend what was happening, the dark Fae felt a sharp impact against his throat, a sensation akin to being ensnared by a deadly serpent.

Panic surged anew as he realized that Azula had turned the chains still shackled to her wrists into a deadly weapon, wielding them with deadly accuracy. The chain wrapped around his throat like a vise, tightening its grip with each passing moment.

With a sickening sensation of dread, he felt himself being dragged backward, the chains tightening around his neck like a serpent constricting its prey. He clawed at the chain, desperate to free himself, but it was no use. He was violently dragged across the floor like a ragdoll at the mercy of its master.

When the motion finally ceased, Azula loomed before him, a terrifying embodiment of darkness itself. No longer bound by the chains that had sucked away at her power, she seemed to exude an aura of raw power and danger. Her once-human features had transformed into something grotesque and monstrous.

Her eyes blazed with a fiery crimson hue, seeming to pierce through him with an otherworldly intensity. Two elongated fangs protruded menacingly from her mouth, rendering her once-alluring smile a menacing grimace. Try as she might, she couldn’t fully close her jaws around them, giving her a fearsome appearance that sent shivers down the dark Fae’s spine.

Azula’s hands were now adorned with long, black claws, each one glinting with lethal potential. Her body radiated tension and aggression, every muscle coiled and ready to strike. Though her tails had been cruelly severed, the absence only added to the ominous atmosphere, a harsh reminder of the violence she was capable of.

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