Novel Palace
Chapter 73
Chapter 73
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Matilda and | entered the royal palace as the staff who were hired to work for the event. Luckily, an old witch who wasn’t happy with Dylan being the King of the witches offered to help in exchange for me getting rid of him.
When | began to reach out to the old witches to dig into the matter, | found six of eleven covens weren't happy with Dylan and his ways. They asserted that Dylan and his royal lineage had transgressed the laws instituted by the Moon Goddess, acting out of selfish motives and corruption which luckily worked in my favor.
“This way,” Riya, the high witch of their council murmured, leading us to a path which seemed dark and eerie.
“Do you think that we made the right decision by trusting her?’ Came my mate’s voice through the
link.
‘We didn’t have any choice but don’t worry. | haven't trusted them blindly. | have my men outside of the palace,’ | reassured her, squeezing her hand in mine.
She murmured a spell or some foreign words that sounded like a mantra to me and the wooden door opened with a creaking sound, exposing a tunnel that was lightened by the lanterns to my
surprise.
Matilda halted and shook her head. ‘I don’t think that we should go ahead. It seems like a trap to catch us. Who lightens up a dark tunnel unless you know that someone is going to come here?”
She wasn’t entirely wrong, her being skeptical about it was fair. We were in the enemy’s land and wet had to make sure that every step we took was cautious and wouldn't bring any harm upon us.
“The lanterns are lightened with the magic,” she spoke as she sensed our doubt and blew the air through her mouth but it was still lighting. “The royals wouldn't lighten up the path themselves and if the maids or ser vants did this job, the place wouldn’t be a secret anymore so it’s our way to keep the hidden places hidden.”
Witches were smart, | would give them that. They had the powers to perform the magic and they optimized their powers to gain the best out of it.
Matilda and | looked at each other, nodding our heads approvingly.
We followed her and reached the last cell which surprisingly didn’t have any source of light there. Riya waved her hands in circles and created a form of power before throwing it to the left corner and a small fire ignited in the torchieres.
“No. No, please, don’t kill me,” the voice drew our attention toward the woman behind the bars. Her copper-red hair clocked the view of her face but her hazel eyes could still be seen.
“No one is going to kill you,” Tila said softly, holding the grills of the bar.
“Please, open it,” | requested to Riya who sighed.
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“Be quick. Dylan must feel that the lock is unlocked as he has used so many spells to protect the lock and when his spells would be broken, his body would jerk so you will have to take her out before his men or he comes here,” Riya explained and looked at both of us questioningly..
“Okay. We will do that,” | assured her.
“Remember that | helped you when you were helpless and you will need to return the favor soon,” she warned us.
“May | know why can’t you kill him yourselves? Not that | don’t want to kill him. | have more than enough reasons to rip his heart out but I’m curious to know why don’t you six high witches join and kill him together and set an example for your kinds?” | asked, my curiosity got the best out of me.
Riya let out a long breath through her mouth. “He is using dark magic which is prohibited to use but because of the dark magic, he has gained unfair advantages and gotten more advanced than the rest of us so no one from our species can kill him but we're betting on you.”
“| promise you that you won't be disappointed in us,” | conveyed.
“As the Alpha Queen and Alpha King, we promise you that we won't back off from our words,” Tila sustained, mustering her voice of authority and grace, “We will form an alliance to establish peace. between both species orice we get out of this mess.”
“| like that,” Riya remarked, tossing her jet-black hair before snapping her hands while murmuring a spell, and the door unlocked. “Mom,” my mate whispered, holding her mother’s hands who retracted her hands quickly and ran to the fa rthest corner of the cell.
“No, no, | will not come with you,” she screamed, shaking in fear. It burned her heart with agony to see her mother in that state but we didn’t have enough time so | pulled her away and Riya cast a sleeping spell so she drifted off to sleep and | carried her in my arms whilst Tila ran ahead of us, leading the way.
“He is coming. We won't be able to make it,” Riya murmured, stopping in between. “Let me try this,” she said before swirling her hands in the air, and an emerald bubble formed around us.
Before we could decipher what was happening, we found ourselves in the woods. She had. teleported us to a different place and from the smell of the herbs and dried leaves, | could tell that it was the forest in the town.
“Take left and after five miles, take right. You will find your way to the royal palace of the Blood. Moon pack, Riya said, pointing toward the directions after popping the bubble.
My mate held her hands in hers, looking at her with blurry eyes. “Thank you so much for helping us. | owe you a favor, Riya and | promise you that | will pay it back sincerely when the right time.
comes.”
“| believe you will,” she replied softly. “Now, hurry up before his men follow you.”
Dylan
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Pulling out my knife, | cut his throat and the blood gushed out of his body. A pretty satisfying sight to watch which | adored. “Goodbye, Ken.”
Lola winced slightly and | scrutinized her. “Are you scared, sweetheart? You don't like blood, do you?”
“N-No,” she stuttured. “I’m not afraid of blood, My King.”
“Let's test it, then,” | smirked before grabbing her hands and putting them on his throat. “Drink it,” | commanded, my lips splitting into a twisted smile.
Her hands shivered as she forced them closer to her lips. She was such a good little pet that | never needed to tell her twice. She was always so eager to please me, she never made me repeat myself. | loved her obedience and that’s why | chose her to make my wife and Queen.
“Have a taste,” | encouraged her as she looked at me.
She drank the blood and her blue eyes turned red. Her witch powers turned into dark powers as she consumed the blood. “Applause for my wife,” | announced and the hall echoed with the sound of applause.
‘Don’t turn her into yourself, brother,’ Stella said in my mind. ‘She is not as dark as you. She still has some purity and goodness left. | beg you to let her be that way.
“If you can’t see it, then, you can leave’ | told her curtly before cutting the link with her.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.
“I, Dylan Kane, the Witch King, vow to love you, cherish you, and care for you in all the seasons of our lives and accept you as my Queen,” | spoke my oath, staring deeply into her mesmerizing blue
eyes.
She didn’t have the enchanting purple eyes like her cousin, nor the long silver hair like a fairy. Lola reminded me so much of her cousin yet she wasn’t her. Well, for now, | would have to settle for her cousin but soon, | will make you mine, Matilda Spencer. “Do you accept Dylan Kane as your husband and King?” One of the old hangs from the council members asked my mate.
“Yes, | do. I, Lola,” she paused to look at Dominic who had his face turned toward the wall, as cold. as ever, and continued, “I, Lola Sterling, accept Dylan Kane, as my husband and the King. | vow to be a faithful wife to him and love him and cherish him, and respect him till my last breath.”
| didn’t wait for the confirmation and kissed her red lips, tasting the blood in my mouth. A wave of electricity ran through my body, jerking me away from her. The jolts came one after another for a
minute.
“Camilla,” | roared through gritted teeth. “A traitor has helped her break free. Close the f ucking gates,” | commanded and dashed toward the tunnel.
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