All Chapters of CHOSEN: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

{Ciril’s POV} Landon was cold.And I’m not talking about the cold one would feel on a rainy and windy night. I’m talking about a freezing type of cold where the skin feels like a rigid and firm stretch of plastic instead of the living wrap that ties our organs together.He was still in my arms and I was still stroking his skin but now, I was properly alarmed. I had been stroking his chest, his body for the past several minutes and it felt like all I had been doing was in vain.He wasn’t responding.My heat wasn’t getting into his body and the more the seconds ticked by, the more it felt like he was fading away.The blood he had been spitting out earlier was a result of the hints of the Feral blood still in his body. With the feelings of his heart towards me, he had set himself free from the Ferality but then bits of the infection that was still in his blood had been attacking his body— killing him from the inside while we had been journeying. I had been ignorant of it earlier and now,

{Ciril’s POV} Landon was conscious.I had heard his low grunt and seen his eyelids twitch, and was very sure of it. “Landon?” I called his name hopefully now. Even though I had seen signs that he was conscious, I was still hopeful and wishful that he was actually conscious.‘Cause it was one thing to see signs and another for those signs to mean something tangible.I got no response with my first call so I called him again. “Landon?” I said again and this time, I also thought I wasn’t going to get a promising response, but just then, he shifted his head from one angle to the other. I tensed.And then I motioned to speak but then his following movements cut me off from that. I had forgotten my right hand on his right chest so now, he slowly and randomly placed his hand on my hand that was resting on his chest. With that, I was made aware of the contact, but I didn’t mind that now.What mattered to me was the fact that he was fully conscious, and I thought my relief couldn’t be more

{Ciril’s POV} Why did Landon suddenly heal and wake up?Before the topic was unimportant because I had been more concerned about him being awake and hearty, but now that he was clearly healthy, I couldn’t help but think about it. What made London suddenly heal? “I don’t know.” Landon responded to my question. It was rhetorical but then he responded to it since I wasn’t saying anything further. “Is that what you’re still thinking about?” He asked me now when I still didn’t say anything. “It’s you, Ciril. Your presence cured me. That’s my belief and that should easily be yours too.” He told me now and this time, I responded.“No, Landon. We actually have to question this to know for certain.” I said, still in thought. I started to conjecture. “I bit you— In my outburst, I bit into your shoulder area while you had been growing unconscious and I shook you up, leading to me creating a messy wound.”I was narrating it as I was recalling it.“With that, I let go of your body and stood ba

{Ciril’s POV} Tears…Tears bathed my eyes… and this happened without my permission and out of my control.The moment I set foot inside the Palace and caught sight of the bloodied surroundings, my body started to react without my conscious supervision.I started to pour out tears and my fingers started to tremble to say the least. I had wanted to be optimistic and strong about our return since I had a cure— a solution that could help solve the problems created. But then my emotions had taken over and now, I was a weeping mess.— and you can’t blame me.The sight I caught was too bad…The Palace was gory, smelly, rotten, and everything else you would expect from a battleground graveyard. The Ferals who had been injured but alive at the time of my departure were dead now— most of them, and the surroundings reflected signs of intense suffering and brutality— signs that some Ferals had fought and eaten some other Ferals since there was no normal being they could hunt, kill, and eat. It

{Ciril’s POV} I tore a part of the skin on my wrist.My blood spilled on the floor.My mother, Anika, Princess Anita, and Clord were brought out by Landon and Anne and placed before my pool of blood on the floor. — They didn’t drink from it. They only made me emotional by growling at me and threatening to eat me, threatening to eat us. I was emotionally distracted by how forgotten and wild they looked but then we had to come up with another plan— another way to make them taste a good portion of my blood so that they could be cured.Next, we poured my blood on a chunk of flesh for them to eat. Anne had immediately gone to kill one of the Ferals wandering around the Palace and had brought it to me for me to spill my blood on it— which I did. But then it was a stupid attempt since the rotten flesh didn’t soak my blood, and the Ferals— my mother and the others, preferred to try to attack us who ‘live food’ than to eat the flesh.And so, that plan also failed. I ended up wasting anothe