All Chapters of Crowned In Vengeance: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Frost's POVI was seated in the living room with my mother. We sat across the room, just in the awe of each other. Neither one of us could take our eyes off the other. But my mother, her tears had streamed down her cheeks like a waterfall, soaking her dress. And she still had more tears to cry. "Frost..." she whispered my name, still in disbelief. She stretched her hands out, and without hesitation I reached for her. I dropped on my knees as I peered into her eyes. She caressed my cheeks, with a faint smile that radiated so beautifully on her face. "I have prayed for decades to see you again... to feel you, my son," she said. There was a crack to her voice, but it didn't matter so much at that moment. "Why..." I stuttered, hesitating in my words for a brief moment before I continued, "Why did you leave? All these years..."I squeezed her hands in mine as I asked her. She looked away. She was... broken. I saw the pain she must have buried for years glinting in her eyes. She sniff

Frost's POVThe day of the summit had finally arrived. I was... in all of my feelings, nervous yet highly optimistic. I had put in my all into this convergence, my mind, my body, and every ounce of my passion. Gathering this much personalities, both the great and small was no small feat. I felt... proud of myself.The future was bright, dependent on this very day. It was set to be determined by the people who needed their voices to be heard. The disparities and rough edges between the clans would be ironed out. And we would return to the times when each person was the other's keeper, willing to take up arms in unity over a general threat.The summit was meant to hold in the Scared Grove. It was a scared ground, as old as our history. It was a neutral ground where violence had been forbidden, and had stuck that way for years. I was still standing in the Sacred Groove when I looked to the side and sighted my mother. Rya had found a way to bring her here, to the summit, just as she assu

Rya's POVA lot had changed since after the summit. And of all the things which were significantly different, that which stood out most was Sera. At first, I had wondered if my words must have pushed her so hard to make such a difficult choice. And when the deed was done, and her father had rejected her, I was struck with this... sense of guilt. I blamed myself. Perhaps I shouldn't have compelled her to go so far in challenging her father.But along the line, she was... brighter than usual. She was happy, and free. She willingly followed behind me, and was more than eager to learn from me. And I was more than glad to see that she found a sense of purpose once again. And this had gone on for days.*It was another random morning. The air was clean, the sky was bright, the weather was fair, and hopefully, the day was going to be better. I had finished up with the little lingering tasks left for me, and so I had the rest of the day to myself, to rest and if there be a reason, merry with

Frost's POVI was in my study room when Lia stormed in through the door. She didn't knock. She crossed through the room with an urgency in her feet, breathing heavily as though she had gone through a herculean task. Her face was pale, squeezed, wearing a mix of worry and dread. "She's gone..." she blurted the words out, her voice cracking as she approached where I stood. She held up a folded piece of paper in her hand, flagging it in the air. She thrust it toward me without preamble, without softening." Rya! She's gone," Lia said again.I stared at her for a moment, with widened eyes and my forehead twitched in puzzlement. Her words were unclear to me, and my mind spiralled in numerous explanations to her words. "What... what are you..." I mumbled the words as I reached for the paper on the table. The handwriting was Rya's. I recognized the particular slant of her letters, the way she pressed harder on the downstrokes. I had not even glanced though the first line, and my heart

Frost's POVWhat manner of monolith!I had heard stories of the Shadowmaw, the accounts of it being a primordial and eldritch presence that had a very pivotal influence on the balance of this earth. Yet none of them had adequately prepared me for the reality of standing in its presence—in the sheer ancientness of it. It occupied space in a way humans could not. Even the very air in the space felt limited, as though the entity itself was my sustenance. It regarded the both of us with something that was not quite an interest or indifference. "And you are not alone..." It spoke out of the shadows, referring to me. I was still searching for it—desperately, scanning the sky just to catch the tiniest glimpse of what it looked like. "But your reason for your sudden arrival concerns only you... not another""No!" I retorted, my voice sharper and fiercer than how it should have been. For a moment, I felt as though I must have angered it. But I had grown to expect the unexpected. "Whatever it