All Chapters of FROST and FLAMES: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ALEX’S POVI took the amethyst ring and kept it on the table. Then, I projected a tiny beam of energy towards the ring. The metal casing melted and the amethyst crystal shattered to bits. It was funny how I could use my power to break the amethyst crystal when it could incapacitate my power on entering me. “Damn! Alex. Why did you break such a beautiful ring?” Susie said exclaiming in horror.

I felt like I was burning hotter than the solar winds as I zipped in my energy form. If someone was watching me they would have seen smoke arise from my body. My rage intensified as I thought about my father’s words. How could he say something like that about Eva? I deliberately avoided the greater question, ‘ Did my father have some connection with Mr. Wangchuck.’ I felt like I would explode if I dwell on that thought too much. I accidentally projected my power on a tree. It instantly turned

ALEX’S POVI have never felt so hopeless in my life. It was like I was engulfed by darkness on all sides, stretching far beyond the horizons I could see. I felt like I was destined to dwell in this state of darkness forever. This was the result of all the sins I had committed in my life. I would embrace this. I would burn in the fire of guilt and grief. I would spend my entire life repenting for the sins I had committed. I vowed that today onwards there would be only one aim in my life and

EVA’S POVI was wandering in the tunnel of darkness when I felt like someone was calling out to me. She was telling me about something important. There was something that I had to do. “Eva, you have to wake up Eva, even if it is just to take revenge for the unborn child’s death. Here you are lying paralyzed, lost in oblivion and there the monsters who murdered your child are moving freely. They are having a whale of a time, eating, drinking, enjoying themselves. It is as if the

EVA’S POVI paced up and down my room. It was two days since Alex had turned into a statue. I was in a dilemma. One part of my brain said I should let him remain as he is. But another part of my brain was hell-bent on helping him out by giving me hundreds of reasons to revive him. In the end, I convinced myself that reviving him was the best option since he can’t feel anything in the current state and there was no use punishing someone without making them feel the suffering. Aura had