All Chapters of Price Of Pryce: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*Blair’s Point of View* --- I gritted my teeth in anger when I felt that there were no signs of life that I could feel below the ground, where my Pryce is buried. This can't be. She is not gone! There is no way! Then I felt my whole being become weaker when I remembered clearly the events that happened before I blacked out. She saved me from being the one that should die. She died because of me. It's all my fault. I should be the one to blame. No, I don't believe at all in that bullsh*t prophecy that she should die. I don't want to think that she is gone. I need to get her out. I need to bring her back to life. I need her because I would be broken without her. And, I don't know what to do and what would happen to me, if so. I can't imagine it. And, I am afraid that I would fall out of control of my own s

*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- Darkness. Darkness is all I see around me. It envelops my whole being to the point that I feel like I am part of it. I don't feel anything, and I can't feel anything around me. Not even my own body, no matter how hard I try to touch anything. Where am I? Why am I unable to see? Have I not opened my eyes? I think I did. Am I in somebody's room where the lights are off? Where is everybody, anyway? Oh, my Blair! Where is she? Where is that freak?  While I felt my mind so confused and clueless, I tried to talk, "Hello? Anyone?".  I think I need to call for help. What if I am captured again by the...? Werewolves. Yeah, werewolves! They... There were so many of them. I was... I am... one of them. Oh, no.

*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "What do you mean, I'm a vampire?" I asked Blair in confusion as I am puzzled as heck about why she would say such a thing. I mean, I know being a half-werewolf is quite shocking already, now what more is an additional one? The more, the merrier? Maybe. And the response of my great mate is just pointing at her mouth. What does she mean by that? Kiss? Make out? Hmm? Then she pointed to her eyes, next. What now? She what? Stare at me? Oh, stalks on me! I know, she always does before. She is just a freak being one, you know.  Finally, she pointed to her left forearm with her right middle and index fingers. What is it this time? Her fingers? Oh, yeah, they are nice as heck. And, please, green mind, leave me

*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Hey, are you ready?" My grinning mate asked me as she held my left hand with her right one, and I took a deep breath and nodded my head in response. "I don't know if I'm nervous or excited, Blair," I uttered and turned my head to look at her pretty face, and the girl chuckled. "Well, I guess you are nercited then." She replied that it made me let out a soft laugh. Yeah, indeed. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I found myself standing outside a huge wooden double door. It's Cassie's porch. Damn, I can't imagine what she looks like now, or if she has a family of her own, what her job is, and everything else that I have missed for the last thirty years. That was surely longer than the years that I hav

*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- After meeting my best friend's family, with which we shed tears, and knowing a few important details about the things that Blair and I have missed about them, here are the two Northern Witches now discussing magical crystals of their race. "You do have your Octavia's Crystal, don't you, Blairie?" Cassie asked the inquisitive hybrid, and Blair took out her necklace to show it and replied, "Yeah." "That one makes you human if you wish to be because of the spell in it. It hides your supernatural auras and form. And it works for witches only, whether Northern or Southern. While this Mirak's Crystal, which I have acquired by the moment I turned twenty-one and was given to me by my mom, lets any witch travel to places by creating a portal if you wish to do so.