All Chapters of CHOSEN: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

{Ciril’s POV} “Your god won’t recognize you when I’m done…”I took the Dark One away, dragging his bloodied body on the ground while I paced away, limping since my leg injury willed it. This was my attempt to move away from the Rift now because I was scarred and scared. Because of my just concluded near-death experience, I had trauma regarding edges and heights now so I couldn’t even scorn the Dark One close to the edge of the rift if I wanted to. Hence my strenuous leaving now. “I can—”“I can handle it.” I said, cutting Landon off from his attempt to help.He might have saved my life but now wasn’t the time for me to entertain him in any manner. This moment was for me and the Dark One.This was the time to show him what Hell is while he’s still on earth because by the time he dies and goes there, hell won’t even accept him.We were still on the mountain so I dragged the Dark One’s body until I got to the part that was sloping— the part I was supposed to use to come down from the m

{Ciril’s POV} Bloodied, Gory, and Wretched. This was the description of the fleshy mess that was also the Dark One, and as much as I didn’t want that to be the only description, I couldn’t do anything else because he was dead. The fucker was dead. He had probably lost too much blood or the pain had been too overwhelming to bear and remain alive. Either way, he was gone but my hunger for vengeance remained… and it was transformed into anger and a shitty mood now.Angry, I slapped the Dark One’s head now so that it detached from his neck and fell to the side. It was a vain attempt but then it served as a reflection of my dissatisfaction. It didn’t feel enough. It didn’t feel like I had tortured him enough so I took one long look at his body, which was less of a body now, and then I started to walk away with two tightly clenched fists and a strong frown on my face.I strolled over to a fallen tree trunk and sat there, and upon that wood, I settled into my melancholy.I was heaving i

{Anne’s POV} ~ Several Hours Ago During The Long Night ~ I followed her scent… and when her scent was beginning to fail me as her blood was now contaminated, I followed her growling. I felt weak. I had just given a good gauge of my blood to Ciril so I could only crawl very slowly now.But then I finally got to my sister. It wasn’t hard locating her considering how loudly she was growling. She was still a bit conscious but then this was the turning stage. She was in a fierce battle with the infection but then it was a vain one as it was clear that the infection would win. It had won over thousands of Reignile citizens so it would definitely win over her. I was made emotional by this fact. I’ve not known any emotion ever since I had my eyes plucked out but in this moment, sitting close to Anita and pulling her against my skin, I felt really bruised and helpless hearing how distressed my baby sister was sounding. She struggled to break free from me while she simultaneously called m

{Ciril’s POV} Landon told me that we were one day away from the Palace, and I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or feel dreadful. I think I felt both. It would be nice returning to the Palace, knowing that the war was over now… but then again, I would also be returning to see my family, the people I care about, all beaten and Feral. The thought of them hasn’t left my mind all this while and believe me when I say it’s the most agonizing thing one can think about.The war was won but I don’t think the war would ever truly be won if the people I love aren’t there with me— at least not sanely.Having them as Ferals would break me as much as it would if they were dead and so, getting to the Palace now was a dreadful feat.It added sorrow and melancholy to the anger I was feeling and the combined emotions were just too much for me to bear. So I decided to dismiss and pour out the anger.I was pouring out the anger on Landon. He had changed my clothes, touched me, and seen me naked— a

{Ciril’s POV} My fingers were clenched..My brows were caved in…My muscles were tense…I was rageful… but I didn’t move a muscle— I just glared. I glared at the man in front of me. Landon.He was on his knees and apart from him showing me tears, he had poured on me his words— words that I didn’t give a fuck about but words that still had an effect on me. I was panting, heaving in resentment for him but then that was all I continued to do as minutes passed by.I had wanted to kill him but then I didn’t know why I was becoming more hesitant by the minute, and soon, the clouds started to return to their normal color and the wind currents started to grow calm. I hated that all these were happening but I seemingly lacked control. I was also subconsciously calming down and in another few minutes, everything was back to normal.My raging eyes were all that remained as I still stood glaring at Landon who still had his head bowed to the ground. The air remained like that for another momen