All Chapters of Price Of Pryce: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV*---“Is that all you got, jerk? Hah! You punch like a lady.” I sneered and spat blood out my mouth, and I looked at the half-naked man, who punched me right in my face thrice now using his hard ice fist. This warlock is not going to be alive once I can escape from being tied down to this fudging chair.“Hmm, for a helpless, vulnerable creature, you sure are still full of yourself, Your Lowness. Don’t worry. I’m just warming you up.” He replied, wearing an ugly familiar grin on his ugly face, and I licked the side of my lip, making me wince. I hate this. I hate pain. I hate getting cuts. And I hate this human form of mine now. I couldn't do anything to save myself. I have been sitting here in this cage for&he

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV*---“Stop it. Please, stop.” I begged with my hoarse voice that could barely be heard, and the feeling of being broken is an understatement with what I feel right now. I felt too much sorrow, anger, pain, but the worst feeling was being useless. I can’t save her. I can’t do anything to make her safe, to keep her away from pain and suffering. I can’t help but just watch her hurting and listen to her cries of agony. Even if she calls for my name, I can’t do anything to be with her. I lifted my head to look at her, before me, chained, bleeding, and barely breathing while her head was down. My gaze turned to the man wearing a familiar ugly smirk on his face as he tossed and caught the silver dagger on

*Pryce Winsley's POV*---“Ouch!” I yelped when I touched something hot when I tried to unchain Blair from the stupid chair, and I noticed its silver chain, but hot.“Sorry, Babe. I was trying to melt it.” Blair uttered, and I scoffed, “You could have just teleported out of that seat if you already got your powers back, you know?”“Magenta! How did… Get them back in chains, Asteria! The moon is about to get to its place!” Hera ordered, and I suddenly heard a faint whooshing sound and only to see that the redheaded witch was sending a charmed Octavia’s Crystal flying on Blair’s way.Oh, no, she’s going to bury it in her flesh. And I know it will put her back into powe

*Pryce Winsley’s POV* --- “Oh, My Holy Sheemiyow!  Who the---? Prycie? Is that you? Is that? Oh, gosh! Does this blood on the floor belong to you? What the bloody hell happened to you?”  I heard my best friend’s panicking voice booming as she had just walked in the kitchen, and I turned my back from her, putting the frozen chunks of meat in my hold on the countertop. Then I shifted into my human-vampire form to talk to her properly. I winced in pain as I could still feel pang from my partly healed wound. “What in the world is happening? Why do you have all this blood on the floor? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? Let me see it!”  She asked again, her eyes wide in surprise while looking at my torn gold armor

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “No! You cannot do this to me! You are going to pay---” Hera screamed in anger when her energy ball attack bounced back onto her, making her kneel when she was hit on her belly, but I cut her off, saying, “Hold up, Old Lady. Who’s the bad guy here? I don’t remember being kidnapped, tortured, and threatened with death was a bad deed. I mean… We were your victims. You should be the one paying the price you cost us.” I crossed my arms on my chest as I stood three meters close to where she was, imprisoned by the circle of salt, and she tried to send another attack by making a rock fly to my face, but it just shattered the moment it touched the boundary. “You killed my family! You took everything from me!” She belted and made some roots of the pla