A Crown This Cold And Heavy Audiobook Novels & Stories

With the coordinated combat I had trained them in, we quickly crushed the surrounding packs, which were already weakened by cold and hunger, and forcibly absorbed them. By the time the ice began to melt, the reshuffling of power had already been decided. I unified half the scattered forces of the Cursed Wildlands. Just like that, I was crowned the most powerful Alpha Female who ruled the entire northern territory. Meanwhile, Camilla had also heard the news.

Then: "You spent years punishing yourself." Silence. Then: "You came back." Pause. Then: "You fought." Another pause. Then: "You protected people." Then her voice cracked slightly. Then: "You came home." The battlefield became quiet. Then Valen stared at her. Speechless. Then the Fifth Crown glowed. Brighter. Then brighter. Then: "ACCEPT YOURSELF." The words echoed. Then the Crown shot forward. Immediately. Straight into Valen's chest. BOOOOOOOOM!

How could I let his sacrifice be in vain? I pulled out my phone and opened the only unread message. I called the anonymous number without a second thought. … Stepping out of the funeral home with Dad's ashes, the sky opened up. I did not bother with an umbrella. The rain turned my wounds pale and raw, the chill seeping deep into my bones. However, my heart was already icy, just like the ashes I carried. Right then, the shrill roar of an engine sliced through the downpour. A sleek black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, its tires cruelly splashing a wave of muddy water from a puddle, soaking me to the skin.

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

The cold wasn't just around me it was inside me, sewn into the marrow of my bones. Every breath I took felt like inhaling shards of winter. My limbs were stiff, my skin clammy and too tight over muscles that didn't feel like mine. I flexed my fingers, and the sound they made like frost snapping against old bark made my stomach turn. The crown, once a weight of honor, now felt like a shackle. I reached up to touch it, but my hand trembled. The gold was cracked along its spine, jagged like the pieces of myself I no longer recognized.

Some manifest at the early age of twelve; however, seventeen and older were the most often ages for lines to manifest. “Ahh!” I was about to stand up when I felt a burning sensation in my chest; it made me feel dizzy; I remained sitting, breathing to calm my chest; it lasted for less than a minute before it subsided, “What the hell was that?” I was in that position when I felt something weird again; my heart was beating so fast, my breath was uneven, followed by the gushing window; I looked behind me when I felt a significant presence enter the library. “Who are you?” I’m still holding my chest; a lady wearing an all-white under her thick black cloak is in front of me. Her aura is shouting a

Curiosity led to a shelf and she grabbed the first book that made its way into her hand. “The Five Sages,” She read the title. She opened the first page. “Hi,” Roxie let out a little scream and she dropped the book in shock but a hand grabbed it and she met the striking brown eyes of a boy with two huge glasses at the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” the boy immediately apologized. “I'm Cein, Rune's younger brother, I help keep the library clean,” Roxie smiled at the cute way he adjusted his glass and bit his lip nervously while staring shyly at the floor as if he was before his crush. “I'm Roxie,”

They had uncovered secrets but ignored the greatest one within their grasp. Elior reached into his cloak. The others tensed slightly, as if sensing what he was about to do. His fingers closed around the cold metal, and slowly, he pulled The Crown from its binding. It was a thing of dark beauty, its surface glinting in the firelight. The metal was blackened with age, yet veins of silver pulsed faintly across its ridges, like a heartbeat beneath the surface. It was neither large nor ostentatious, simple, yet impossibly heavy in its presence.

It sounded strange to my own ears, empty and tired. “Why me?” I whispered, my voice cracking. The hall offered no response. No comfort. No answers. Only silence. With no choice left, I reached out and lifted the crown from the cushion. It should have been light, just metal and stone, but the moment it rested in my hands, it felt unbearably heavy, as though it carried the weight of every rejection, every betrayal, every tear I had shed. My hands trembled as I raised it. For a moment, I hesitated.