บททั้งหมดของ Crowned In Vengeance: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

Lily's POV The world had felt too wide in just a few months. All my months of strategizing, planning, scheming—all wasted, and washed down the drain like a fool's effort. The war didn't turn in my favour as I expected. The vampire kingdom and the rogue lycans had lost too many of their own in the war, and victory still wasn't theirs to claim. The latter however had picked up the pieces of what was left, but the former held tightly to their grudges, requesting compensation in an amount I could never pay. Eventually, I found myself all alone. No roof above my head, no voices, or even familiar faces. Just wind, wild dust, and the knowledge that there was nowhere left to go. But my hatred for Rya never ceased. It grew, and spread, like an infected wound. The SilverFang was my home, and she took it from me. Frost and I were meant to be the power couple, with a future well orchestrated to be immensely beautiful. Yet, she stole that away from me as wellMy exile was... more of an eye-ope

Frost's POV "Hey," I walked up to Rya in the room, and tapped her from behind. It was no ordinary night. I could barely recall the last time there was a festivity as grand as this in the pack, of the tide of splendor that swept through it like this one.The sound of music made the atmosphere feel... charged, electric. It was on a comfortable decibel level, with laughter spilling from every corner, from both the young to the old. There was enough to eat, drink, and mweey around with. I had been standing across the room almost halfway through the night. The regular greetings came in, but never for once did I take my eyes off Rya who stood in the centre of the room. She was the woman of the moment—the brightest star to shine in the room.She was dressed in a long flowing gown made of deep silver silk that stole the light with every step she made in the room. Soft embroidery traced the edges of her sleeves and her neckline, and the bodice was well fitted. It was elegant without being

Frost's POV As soon as we stepped under the moonlight, and into the loud screams of chaos that sliced through the night, we fanned out to extinguish the carnage.We stepped outside, and for a moment, I froze as I fed my eyes with the view of the pack house. The place that once stood proud, now laid in ruins. Wild fire licked through broken walls, statues were shattered across the ground, and thick smoke rose into the sky. Oscar was the first to run off the opposite direction. A few men followed keenly behind him, charging with burning intensity in their eyes and their voices. I stood still, but had my eyes glued on Rya. She was looking in another direction. Her forehead was twitched. Her face was squeezed, almost pale, with her eyes scanning through the landscape as though she was planning her first move.There, all I felt was... fear, but for her. My hands grew light. My knees were weakened. My heart sank in my chest, with a crazy rush of adrenaline in my body.The moment she took

Rya's POVIt was like a dream, or perhaps, a living nightmare. I could feel the world go still—absence of sound waves piercing through my ears, and the wind feeling numb against my skin. My whole world ended the very moment Frost's body thudded against the ground. I was still on the ground when I heard his last scream. My gaze flew in his direction, and my eye bulged at the sight of it. Vargan had driven the dagger into Frost's chest. "Frost!!" I screamed his name at the top of my lungs. I could feel adrenaline rushing through my body like a wild flood. My legs which were feeling weak and numb had strengthened in seconds. I rushed to where Frost was, and caught him in my arms, both of us dropping to the ground. I couldn't hold back my tears. They streamed down my face, burning my cheeks, each drop falling on his skin as I whispered his name repeatedly. I had my hands pressed against the opening on his chest, trying to stop the bleeding. Yet, it was a fool's effort.Frost... my m

Frost's POV I stood in the middle of a wide and magnificent garden, my eyes scanning the landscape in grace awe. The garden stretched endlessly before me, with clusters of flowers that blended perfectly in my eyes.I could recognize a few flowers. I had my fingers running through the roses, the peonies, the daises. They were all arranged in perfect synchrony by nature itself. The air was soft and sweet, almost intoxicating. It rushed against my skin in the most soothing manner, carrying the clean scent of freshly cut grass. The sky was bright and blue. This place was like... a living paradise. Never before had I come across something so... glorious. It felt so unreal, like my mind had crafted this perfection for my comfort. "Haaa!" A deep exhale escaped my lips, followed by a wide smile as I embraced the happy feeling bubbling within me. I could remain here for days... even years. But my excitement was short-lived. I was not alone in the garden. I lifted my eyes to the sight of