A Crown This Cold And Heavy Audiobook Novels & Stories

The Crown floated above the throne. Silver light poured from it endlessly. The ancient voice thundered through the chamber. "The unworthy shall never rule." The words echoed everywhere. Malrik stared at the Crown. Hatred twisted his face. Years...he had spent years chasing power. Years hunting Ariana, years searching for the kingdom. And the Crown had rejected him with a single touch. --- Then something unexpected happened. The Crown turned toward Ariana and Orion. The silver glow intensified. The guardians immediately knelt once more.

“Only one brother may wear this crown.” ⸻ Damien slowly looked toward the Crown. His golden eyes reflected its brilliance. Then… He quietly stepped backward. “It isn’t mine.” Leonardo looked at him. “You haven’t even touched it.” Damien smiled faintly. “I don’t need to.” “I’ve carried enough prisons for one lifetime.” ⸻ Alessio remained silent. The Crystal Crown felt strangely familiar. Not because he remembered it… Because it remembered him. His silver eye began glowing once more. The Archive whispered.

Someone even splashed a cup of hot coffee at me. The heat hit my skin instantly, sharp enough to make me flinch. It dripped down from my hair, soaking into my white blouse, the fabric clinging just enough to show the faint outline of what was underneath. I turned toward my office, planning to grab a spare outfit. Jim moved faster. He rushed in ahead of me and started throwing my things out into the hallway. Most of it, I didn't care about. Except for the antique ornament my father had bought at auction for millions. It hit the ground at my feet and shattered into pieces.

Caden was quiet for a moment. That is a long list, he said. You are getting a crown, I said. It is a fair trade. He studied me. Not the way men usually study women, measuring softness or weakness or how much they can take. He was measuring something else. Whether I meant it. Whether I would hold. My wolf sat straight inside me and did not flinch. Yes, he said. I blinked. Just once. I was not finished. I know. He stood up then, and I understood immediately why his stillness had seemed so deliberate. Standing, he was the kind of presence that rearranged the air in a room. But I have heard enough. My answer is yes.

Aurelia stood behind them. She said nothing. Did nothing. She only watched. I looked down at my crown, it was sitted pretty in my hands, but when I tried to wear it, it began to melt. Gold softened, slid, turned dark. It was blood. It poured down my temples, my neck, soaking into my gown as the crown dissolved completely in my hands. I tried to scream, to call for guards, for anyone that was close, for anything— And Aurelia finally spoke. “You were never meant to wear it.”

Queen Gloria asked ” She is throwing up“ Francis spoke ” oh are you pregnant my dear? That would be such a great news “ Queen Gloria was excited ” don't jump into conclusions, she still needs to be checked “ King Dante spoke ” yes father is right, we can't just assume anything before getting the confirmation from the imperial doctor “ Francis spoke in order to look like he's agreeing with the King ” Go rest now, the imperial doctor is coming to check on you. Francis take your wife to the guest room “ The king ordered

she started, and murmurs of agreement echoed throughout the room. I looked up for the first time since I entered, my eyes flickered to where Jeremy and Karen sat, they were holding each other’s hands and looking like they were wrongfully accused. Memories of all those nights of beating and torture rushed through my mind violently, and I looked down so fast. I clasped my hands tighter while muttering to myself. I couldn’t break down now, not when it’s almost over. “How do you plead, Alpha jeremy?” the alpha king spoke for the first time. His voice was deep, carrying an authority I didn’t even know was possible. His jaw was tight, and he looked annoyed, like he wanted to walk over there and ri

Cordelia was going to be of help to him, anyway. Unlike the last time, Alexi was only ill for a few hours. She rolled her eyes in disbelief and had a headache this time after waking up in that same hospital room. The thought struck her as amusing. Does she get any prizes for being a frequent visitor? The King and Cordelia popped in with her brothers. Again, she received condolences for losing the twins. Nicolas approached Cordelia and whispered to her. Cordelia nodded as she cast a spell around the room. Everyone stared at Nicolas in confusion.

Jason finally said and let out a bitter laugh, "you're trying to tell me that we're dealing with a god who missed his crown? One who is hell bent on drowning the world in water?" The chieftain smiled slightly, "that's one way to put it. Should the crown manage to find a host, then he might succeed. Only this time, the world might not drown in water… but rather in silence." The hairs on my body stood at his words, and I felt a cold shiver rush down my spine. The crown was looking for a host? Did that explain the whispers? The fact that they were so loud inside of my head? What if the crown saw me as a host?

“Collapsing. Muttering about a crown. Your crown.” Sound dies in my ears. A crown. My crown — Mother’s relic hidden in the vaults, the symbol of the right they stole from us. How does a feverish human, bleeding and delirious, know that? My stomach drops into a well. The blood-ink is doing more than bend minds; it’s spilling my secrets.