All Chapters of Crown of Betrayal: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter Forty

The pain did not arrive like a wound.It erupted.Gregory barely had time to draw breath before something inside his chest detonated, heat ripping through bone and muscle with brutal force. His vision flared white as the magic surged violently backward through the bond, no longer feeding, no longer reaching — but rejecting. The impact drove him off his feet, armor clattering uselessly as he struck the stone floor hard enough to rattle his teeth, the breath tearing from his lungs in a broken gasp.His scream tore free, raw and animal.The bond recoiled with savage intent, shadow and blood magic collapsing inward on itself as if the very thing he had forged now turned its teeth on him. Fire flooded his veins. His heart spasmed painfully, rhythm breaking apart as something cracked deep beneath his ribs, and Gregory clawed at his chest, fingers scraping skin as if he could tear the agony out by force alone.“Elora—”The name broke from him, not pleading but furious, as the backlash surged

Last Updated : 2026-01-04

Chapter Forty-One

Elora woke before the light reached the arches of the Sanctum of the Crescent Oath.She did not jolt upright. She did not gasp. There was no sharp return to consciousness, no instinctive scan for danger. Her eyes opened, and she was simply awake — aware of the stone beneath her, the steady rhythm of her breath, the quiet presence of the mountain pressing in around the Sanctum like a patient guardian.That alone set her on edge.For so long, waking had meant bracing. Pain. The echo of dreams she did not want to remember. The constant, gnawing awareness of the bloodbond tugging somewhere behind her ribs, whispering directions she refused to follow. Even after the rite, she had expected… something. A surge. A backlash. Another thing to endure.Instead, her body felt settled.She lay still, testing it. The bond was there — she could feel it if she reached for it, a distant pressure like an old bruise — but it no longer sat at the center of her awareness. It did not pull her breath shallow

Last Updated : 2026-01-05

Chapter Forty-Two

They had been traveling for four days when the forest began to pull away from itself.It was not silence that warned them. It was hesitation. The living rhythm beneath their feet faltered, as though the land had paused mid-breath and forgotten how to continue. Leaves clung too tightly to branches, unmoving despite the faint breeze. The air felt strained, reluctant to pass through the trees, pressing against Elora’s skin with an awareness that set her nerves humming.Her magic stirred instantly.Since the Fenraen temple, the power inside her had weight now—anchored, grounded, no longer threatening to tear her apart with every surge—but it had not grown quiet. It listened. It reacted. It pressed outward with sharp attentiveness, as if the world were speaking too quickly for her to fully understand. Something ahead of them was watching, and her magic knew it before her mind caught up.Declan slowed a heartbeat later, his awareness extending instinctively into the forest. The exchange he

Last Updated : 2026-01-06

Chapter Forty-Three

They pushed for six days without truly stopping.Not rest—not in any way that mattered.Sleep came only when their bodies finally gave up, when the world blurred at the edges and the path vanished beneath moonlight or fog. They collapsed where they stood, sometimes on bare stone, sometimes against the roots of ancient trees, sometimes in hollows where the forest briefly opened its arms. They ate when they remembered to—dry rations, fruit torn from low branches, whatever could be taken without slowing their pace. They never separated. Not to hunt. Not to gather. Not even when hunger sharpened into something painful. None of them would be the one to step away.Declan walked ahead more often than not, the forest responding to him even through his exhaustion. Paths bent where they should not have existed. Roots eased beneath their boots. Leaves stilled when Elora’s temper threatened to spill outward, and when it did not still—when the air crackled faintly with restrained violence—Briar’s

Last Updated : 2026-01-07

Chapter Forty-Four

The stair sealed behind Gregory with a sound too final to be stone. It was not the grind of iron or the echo of old hinges, but something closer to a breath being cut short, as though the packhouse itself had swallowed him whole. Darkness pressed in as he descended, the torches along the walls igniting one by one with a violet glow that crawled instead of burned. The air grew colder the deeper he went, thick with magic that scraped against his skin and left a bitter taste at the back of his tongue. This place had never belonged to the Fenraen—no trace of Mahina lingered here—but Gregory welcomed it all the same. Pain still throbbed beneath his ribs where the bloodbond backlash had scorched him days earlier, a reminder that Elora had run, had refused him, had defied what she was meant to become. Tonight, that defiance would end.The Umbra Chamber opened before him like a wound carved into the heart of Ancnix. The cavern stretched wider than any hall above it, black crystal veins thread

Last Updated : 2026-01-08

Chapter Forty-Five

Elora woke with the uneasy certainty that something had already gone wrong.The chamber was dark, lit only by the pale silver seep of moonlight filtering through the high lattice windows of the temple. The air was cool and heavy with the scent of old stone and living moss, the kind of stillness that usually lulled her back into sleep within moments. But not tonight. Her body felt wrong—too alert, too aware, as if some unseen hand had shaken her awake and then vanished without explanation. She lay there for a long while, staring at the faintly glowing carvings in the ceiling, listening to the slow rhythm of her own breathing, waiting for the restlessness to fade. It did not.When she turned onto her side, then her back, then finally sat up with a frustrated sigh, the feeling only deepened. Her thoughts were scattered and heavy all at once—shards of memory, half-formed fears, and that familiar pressure beneath her ribs where too much had been demanded of her too quickly. With a quiet cu

Last Updated : 2026-01-09

Chapter Forty-Six

Elora collapsed without warning, her strength abandoning her in a single, terrible instant. One moment she was upright—unsteady, pale, but still standing—and the next her knees buckled and her weight pitched forward as though the ground itself had been pulled away. Declan caught her on instinct, arms locking around her before she could strike the stone floor, the sudden heaviness of her body sending a sharp spike of fear straight through his chest. He lowered her carefully, cradling her against him as he called her name, the sound urgent and raw, as if voice alone might anchor her back to him.She did not answer. Her lashes lay still against flushed skin, her breath shallow and uneven, heat radiating from her in waves that felt wrong—too sharp, too distant. Declan brushed his fingers along her cheek and then her wrist, searching desperately for proof that she was still fully present, that she had not slipped somewhere beyond his reach. Her pulse fluttered beneath his touch, rapid and

Last Updated : 2026-01-10

Chapter Forty-Seven

Elora woke to the sensation of falling—not the rush of air or the scream of wind, but the slow, dreadful certainty that the ground itself had simply decided to stop existing beneath her feet. Instinct took over before thought could catch up; she reached out, fingers clawing for something solid, but her hands closed around nothing at all. The world around her was neither dark nor light, but a shifting haze of half-formed memory, colors bleeding into one another like wet ink on parchment, impossible to grasp and impossible to escape.Then the falling stopped.Stone snapped into existence beneath her feet, gravity remembering her all at once. Her knees buckled, and she caught herself with both hands on the surface, breath tearing from her lungs as sensation rushed back in a brutal wave. The rock was smooth and chilled beneath her palms, faintly damp, as though it had sweat in anticipation of her arrival. Elora forced herself upright, heart pounding, and found she stood on a vast circular

Last Updated : 2026-01-11

Chapter Forty-Eight

Micah felt it the moment Elora reached the edge.Not the place itself, but the hesitation — that breathless pause that lived between decision and surrender. It tore through the spiritbond like a sudden tear in fabric, sharp and disorienting, flooding him with a sensation so raw it made his heart stutter. This was not fear alone. This was Elora standing on the brink of giving something up, something she would never get back, and for the first time in his life, Micah felt the terrifying certainty that if she crossed that line without him, he might lose her forever.The bond pulled.Not dragged. Not forced. It asked.Micah knew, in the quiet way he knew things that could not be explained, that this was a moment that would not come again. Whatever waited on the other side of Elora’s choice would reshape them both, and if he stayed where he was — safe, unseen, untouched — he would spend the rest of his life wondering if he could have stopped it. That thought hurt worse than fear ever could

Last Updated : 2026-01-12

Chapter Forty-Nine

Gregory came back to his body like being flung into broken glass, air tearing into his lungs in a scorching rush that burned instead of soothed before stone slammed into his spine and drove the breath from him entirely. Pain exploded through him, bright and blinding, his teeth snapping together hard enough that stars burst behind his eyes as the Umbra Chamber lurched and steadied around him. Beneath his body, the ritual circle fractured on impact, blackened sigils splitting and spidering outward like ruptured veins as the spell collapsed in on itself with a sound like something screaming far away.Then the dark inside him moved—not because he willed it, never because he willed it, but because it had been denied.It surged through him, violent and offended, a flood of heat ripping through his chest as if something vital had been torn away and the space left behind was being forcibly widened. Gregory cried out despite himself, his hands clawing uselessly at the stone as a fire-like burn

Last Updated : 2026-01-13

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