Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 802

Chapter 802: Horrors Unleashed On Astaria

Late that night, under the cover of darkness, a cloaked figure moved stealthily through the dense trees that marked the border between Astaria and the Tamry Forest. The border was a place of dread, the edge of civilization where the land met the wilds, the dark unknown. The Tamry Forest, a forbidden territory, was where monsters and malevolent Faeries were banished, its entrance sealed off by a powerful barrier that had stood for centuries, keeping the horrors within from spilling into the realm of Astaria.

The figure moved with purpose, her steps silent as a whisper, until she reached the barrier. It shimmered faintly in the moonlight, a nearly invisible force field that vibrated with an ancient power. She stood there for a moment, her hood pulled low over her face, before extending a hand toward the barrier. Her fingers trembled slightly as they made contact with the invisible wall, and she began to murmur incantations under her breath, the words ancient and forbidden.

As she chanted, the barrier began to respond. The energy within it started to thin, like a mist being parted by a gust of wind. Slowly, a small hole, no larger than a fist, began to open in the barrier. The figure’s concentration was intense, her entire being focused on the task at hand. But just as the hole began to widen, a voice shattered the silence.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

The sudden shout snapped the figure out of her trance, and the barrier instantly sealed itself shut, returning to its full strength. The figure cursed under her breath as she spun around, her heart pounding. A soldier, part of the patrol assigned to guard this section of the border, stood there, his weapon drawn and crackling with electricity, a weapon known to incapacitate even the strongest of Faeries.

Realizing what the figure had been attempting, the soldier lunged at her, his weapon aimed to incapacitate. But the cloaked figure was quick, her movements a blur as she dodged the attack, barely avoiding the lethal charge of electricity. The soldier swung his weapon again, this time aiming for her head, but she ducked, and the weapon merely grazed the edge of her hood, pulling it back and revealing her face.

The soldier’s eyes widened in shock as he recognized the woman standing before him. "Queen—" he began, but the word was cut off abruptly.

With a swift, practiced motion, the woman threw a dagger that sliced through the soldier’s throat, silencing him forever. He dropped to his knees, his weapon falling uselessly to the ground. The woman didn’t hesitate. She closed the distance between them and plunged another dagger into his chest, ensuring he wouldn’t heal or recover. Only when she was certain he was dead did she release him, letting his body crumple to the ground.

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