Crowned In Vengeance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 238

Rya's POV"Frost?" His name slipped from my mouth, and my eyebrows arched as I looked up at him.I took notice of him when he abruptly stopped in his words, and his firm grip on my shoulders tightened as though he intended to break a bone. His eyes shot upwards. They were almost turning white—his irises gone, and his eyelids flickering as though he was in a trance. I grabbed him tightly by the arms. I was panicking, shivering, already terrified, trying to call him back to reality. "Frost! Frost!" I shook him, calling his name numerous times. A thousand thoughts struck my head at the same time. Was it Vargan again? How far would the dead man go to let the world know that Frost had become an unstable man? What would he do with Frost's body now that he was in control? "Fight it, Frost," my voice cracked, and I spoke the words pleadingly, still constantly shaking him. In no time, Sera had joined quickly from the side, her hands grabbing his shoulders as she shook him too with her s

Frost's POV It had only been a day here in the Vampire territory, and I couldn't feel my body as I used to. These... examinations, these tests, these studies, they all seemed to take a piece of myself with it. I went through the most rigorous processes. I even lost count of the procedures done. They put me through it all in just a few hours—needles, incisions, cold steel, burning sigils, whispered incantations. I couldn't tell where science had ended and where magic was introduced. All I knew and felt was excruciating pain—constant, unforgiving, something I couldn't fight or escape. This was my decision. I was in the throne room, seated on the bare floor, trying to gather myself and ease my pains when I heard those echoing and haunting footsteps approaching. "You are... a very... complex man, or should I say... complicated," Morgana's voice tore through the silence, echoing in my ears. She sashayed through the open space, walking over to her throne. Her shoulders were bare and

Rya's POVI had had enough—enough of the tears, the loneliness and the torture that came with it, the intrusive and haunting thoughts—I just couldn't handle them. My walls were shattered, and my vulnerability shone through, not minding the place I held both in the SilverFang and even in the camp. I stormed the Vampire Territory with my men and those of the Lycan clan, leaning closely towards Sera's past but persistent idea—invasion and brute recovery of the artifact. Only this time, the artifact was the least thing I had in mind to recover. I needed to retrieve Frost for myself. I needed to feel alive again... purposeful, and back to my sane thoughts. I pushed through the men that guarded the Vampire territory. They were feeble, and in little number. I begun screaming his name from the very first door, using my slightly retentive memory to find my way to the throne room."Frost! Frost!" I kept yelling at the top of my lungs, scanning through every open door for the sight of even h

Frost's POV We set off on a journey to the Darkwood Forest—unyielding, hopeful, optimistic, and confident. The truce between the werewolves and the Lycan clan was slowly becoming a permanent reality, one I never thought could occur in such a short period of time They moved together in perfect synchrony, with ease, as though they understood each other, as though they were one pack. There were no more sharp words between them, or silent challenges and condescending glances. Just a peace that settled among them and made them see value in themselves.We prayed mostly for two things—the timing, and the attainability. The six-week countdown to this Lunar eclipse hung to me like a haunting reminder. Every breath I took in and let out only stirred in me tormenting thoughts, and unpleasant imaginations of what it would feel like to give up my last. And sitting side by side with Rya, it was obvious that she thought the same. There was a thick silence in the car, hanging over us like a dark