Todos los capítulos de Crowned In Vengeance: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Frost's POV "I..." I paused in my words. A slight chuckle escaped my lips. "I don't understand," I managed to say the words through a forced smile. I was struggling to piece the words together. Somehow the words were getting... clear, but the truth was one I didn't want to admit. And so the quiet chuckle was a facade... an act for my brain to avoid what could be my newest reality. I tried to pull myself up the bed. But Rya swung to stop me again. I resisted her touch, shaking her hands off mine as I sat upright. She jerked slightly, pulling backwards with a mix of fear and worry embedded in her eyes. "What do you mean by I am now a living version of Vargan?" My jaws were clenched as I asked. "Blood sacrifice is a... very dangerous and powerful form of magic, Sire," the healer answered.She stood from the chair she was sitting in, pacing the room as she kept explaining."It usually isn't an option to be considered, especially because of the dangers it can pose. Healers tag it as

Frost's POV "Take it for yourself. Wield it. It is yours to possess,"It had been an hour since Vargan's presence vanished from the room just as suddenly as it appeared. Still, those same words were persistently echoing in my ears. It was as though he was still there in the room, lurking at the back of my head and whispering those words endlessly to me. And with every moment I fought back to inflict my will and resist his influence, the words only grew sharper, and his voice turned darker. I was running mad. The loud voices in my head, coupled with the pounding sensation at the centre of my head was enough to force a loud scream out of my mouth, and send me running through the woods under the moon's ethereal glow. I was only holding on to a tiny thread of this reality and my fortitude. I kept assuring myself that I was indomitable, far above my father's reach and influence. But I needed to find a solution, and find it fast. The healer's option couldn't possibly be the only existe

Rya's POVThe world burned around me. I was laying against my back on the hard ground, with my eyes glued to the heavens. All I could hear was the steady pound of my heartbeat in my ears, with all other sound sinking in the background. My breathing came out slow and heavy, dragging in and out of my chest. I saw the stars well positioned in the sky, shining brightly. What should have been a beautiful scenery was rather swallowed by thick black smoke filling the air.I could hear voices—the echoing screams of women, children crying out loudly, and men that cheered as their swords clanged against each other. I looked to the side, to the sight of towers that stood tall in tribute to forgotten names, now being reduced to rubble. Bodies lay scattered on the floor, with blood pooling underneath them.I dragged myself forward, my hands scraping against the dirt. My back ached, my limbs felt torn from their joints, and my head tightened as I strained forward. Every move I made only felt he

Rya's POV "Shadow beings," I whispered the words again. I shook my head slightly—confused and lost. "I... I have never heard of that before. What... What could you gather about them? What do they look like? What do they sound like?""I'm not sure, my lady," Oscar answered in a flat tone. "However, I'm still on the search for what it could mean. It might not mean anything serious at the end. It could be these mercenaries are just trying to toy with us""No!" I cut him off sharply. My voice was low, almost as though I was whispering. "No. I don't think so," I said again in the same tone.My eyes were staring blankly at the ground. I wanted to believe him. I really did. That it could be nothing more than rumours, or made up words twisted enough to spooke us. But something within me refused to settle. It sat there in my chest, heavy and restless, like a truth I couldn't reach but also something I couldn't ignore either. The words lingered linger than it should have. It didn't feel empt

Rya's POVThere was more to his request than met the eyes. Things had changed with Frost ever since he woke up from his coma. It had been easy back in the days to read through his expressions and thoughts. The bond between us always exposed his feelings to me, and did mine to him. I could feel his worries, his pain, his joy, his ecstasy, and so could he with me. Yet lately, it has been an Herculean task. He had become so skilled in masking his thoughts and his feelings. Right there, I had to press in keenly. His eyes were a mirror of his heart, and his tone and choice of words gave him away. There was a worry in there, a raging concern that burned within him when he heard I was leaving the SilverFang pack. He was terrified. He didn't want to be away from me. And truthfully, I didn't want to—not when Vargan constantly knocked on the door of his mind to consume him."Could you handle the things you spoke about in the morning?" I asked him. We were taking a stroll back to our chamb