Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 765

Chapter 765: Witches Realm

As they stepped outside, the cool night air washed over them with Azrael standing a few paces away, his cloak billowing slightly in the breeze. He turned to face them, his eyes nearly glowing and brimming with power.

Islinda glanced nervously at Aldric. "Are you sure about this?"

Aldric nodded confidently. "Trust me. This is the safest way. And you are going to enjoy this."

Azrael got the cue and he began to transform. His body shifted and stretched, feathers sprouting from his skin. Within moments, he began to morph into a giant raven, much larger than anything Islinda had ever seen in her life.

"By the gods...."

Islinda’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground in sheer amazement. Azrael’s size was almost comparable to that of a dragon, if not for the distinctly raven-like form. The transformation was both astonishing and creepy to watch. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Azrael’s massive wings unfurled, casting a dark shadow over the ground. The feathers were glossy and black, each one reflecting the moonlight with an eerie sheen. His beak was sharp and formidable, and his talons looked like they could easily crush stone. Islinda could feel the raw power emanating from him, a mix of awe and fear gripping her heart.

"Amazing, isn’t it?" Aldric said, feeling the Raven’s, no, Azrael in his raven form.

"Come on, we don’t have time. Climb on," he instructed Islinda, his tone calm and reassuring despite the monstrous sight before them.

Islinda hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. The sheer size of Azrael in his raven form was overwhelming. She could see the intelligence in his eyes, a glint that reminded her of Aldric’s ravens, but magnified a thousandfold.

Taking a deep breath, she followed Aldric’s lead, climbing onto Azrael’s back. The feathers beneath her were surprisingly soft and warm, providing a strange comfort amidst the surreal experience.

Azrael cawed softly, a sound that resonated deep within Islinda’s chest, and then he took to the sky. The ground fell away rapidly, and Islinda clung tightly to Azrael, holding onto his feathers so strongly she thought she hurt him. However, he showed no sign of discomfort and she eventually relaxed. The wind whipped through her hair, the cool night air brushing against her skin.

From her vantage point on Azrael’s back, the world below looked like a dark, endless expanse, with occasional glimmers of light marking the Fae towns and villages. The feeling of flying on such a massive, powerful creature was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was both terrifying and liberating. She felt free.

Aldric held her securely, her back pressed to him "See? Not so bad, is it?"

Islinda managed a smile, nodding her head. "It’s incredible."

She then asked, "Wouldn’t anyone see us from this point? I mean you told me Fae has incredible sights and Azrael is not exactly inconspicuous."

Anyone with a good sight could spot the giant creature flying in the sky and draw attention to it.

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