Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 704

Chapter 704: Taste Of Freedom

"Oh, you should be. But first, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Azula and I’ll be the last face you’ll see before leaving this realm."

"What?"

"Azula. Hello? Haven’t you heard of me? The great succubus princess who wiped out a dark Fae territory in one night with no help. And oh, did I forget to mention that I would have killed Benjamin as well, but his annoying mate got in the way and now Oberon gets to take the glory that should have been mine. But then, I’m sure you wouldn’t know that, I can’t even find my name in scrolls or texts. Perhaps instead of making Fayre settle down with the human, I should have compelled her to start a cult in my name instead. By now, I should have had my own followers, my own army. Who knows, enough to start another war with those punks the light Faeries. " fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

While Azula blabbered on, Lola in question was left in a state of shock. What the hell was going on here?

"Enough!" Lola thundered, frustrated by what she perceived as Islinda’s antics to distract and probably gain an advantage over her.

"I have had enough of this nonsense! I’m ending this once and for all!" Lola spat with determination.

She summoned a spell in her hand and blasted it at Islinda. The spell knocked her to the snow and Lola was satisfied when Islinda fell, thinking her dead.

But one should have seen the way the smile fell from her face when she saw Islinda got up to her feet. What the hell? That spell should have killed her. Yet Islinda was standing right in front of her.

"Impossible.." She muttered, staring at her feet, "That should be impossible!" Lola snapped. She couldn’t understand anything anymore.

"Seriously," Azula groaned, touching her chest where the spell hit her, "You hurt my inner child and it’s fucking rude, witch."

"You are a demon." Lola muttered out of shock, and not as a matter of fact.

"Exactly! That is the point I have been trying to spell out but you’re not listening, young witch. But then, I can’t blame you. It’s not like you were born at that time. And also...." She suddenly grinned darkly, "if you’re going to seriously hurt me, you would have to do a lot better than you. Your ancestors were better at this than you chickens of this generation." Azula taunted her.

With a desperate outcry, Lola lifted her hand and unleashed a steady stream of magic at Islinda. For over a minute, the spell held Islinda in its vicious grip, crackling with malevolent energy. To any observer, the process looked agonizing, a torrent of raw power aimed to obliterate her.

Lola’s face contorted with effort, every ounce of her magic channeled into the attack. She intended to eradicate Islinda completely, leaving nothing behind. Yet, to her growing horror, the spell began to wane. The once potent stream of energy flickered, its force diminishing rapidly. No matter how she strained, she couldn’t summon more than a faint whiff of magic.

"What is happening?" Lola gasped, her voice strained with panic. She tried again to summon her powers, but nothing came. A cold realization swept over her as she felt an overwhelming weakness set in, her body depleting as if her very essence was being drained.

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