A Crown This Cold And Heavy Audiobook Novels & Stories

] I continue the orders. [If you see anything suspicious or need help, send it through the link.] "Crystalline, this war will be over if you just hand me your crown." Coro’s voice brings my attention back to him after the orders have been sent. Can see his cocky smile once again on his face as I scoff at his words. I will not be giving my Crown to him willingly. “If you want my Crown so badly, then you will have to take it from my dead body.” I shout back, letting out a low growl. I can see a flash of anger in his eyes as he stares at me, his cocky grin falling from his face.

Any sign. Nothing. The silver crown settled onto my head. It was surprisingly heavy, the cold metal biting into my scalp like a physical reminder of what was happening and what this meant. "All hail the Crown Prince's consort," the King announced, turning back to the grand hall. A deafening roar erupted from the floor. The wolf pack—hundreds of humans and wolves alike—let out a synchronized howl that vibrated through the stone floor and straight into my chest. The King stepped back, gesturing toward the vacant, beautifully carved velvet chair right next to Eilís. "Take your seat, Raven.”

On yearbook photo day, I went over and stood next to my boyfriend, Blake Whitmore. Madison Vance, the cheer captain and sorority president, showed up late, and the crowd parted for her without being asked. A path opened straight to Blake, who stood dead center. "What took you so long? You just turned every head in the place." Blake smiled softly and pulled her into the spot beside him. I was pushed out of the frame. Tyler Brooks, my friend since childhood, caught my arm. "Claire, don't fight Madison for the spot. She's the main character today." Then he traded places with me and took the spot next to her. The crowd started whooping. The fraternity president stood on one side and the vice pre

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

Chapter 71" Broken Crowns Avyanne pov The yacht's deck steadily empty. Guests left, leaving behind confetti and half-empty champagne flutes. The fairy lights overhead created long shadows, making the night seem darker than usual. As my world spun out of control, I stood at the railing, the cool metal bringing me back down. The water lapped gently against the yacht's hull, a rhythmic sound that should have been relaxing. Instead, it felt like a countdown, with each wave pushing me closer to a moment I simultaneously desired and feared. I fingered the dainty crown set on my head, still not believing it was there. The metal was warm now, having absorbed my body heat during the long hours of the

A crown of shadow floated over my head. The Crown whispered through me. This is justice. Heat spread under my skin. Not warmth. Power. Dark and intoxicating, rushing through my blood like wine after starvation. The red roots around my arm became silver. The pain dulled. Then disappeared. The village returned in fragments. Smoke. Screams. Cassian shouting my name. Damien’s face above the square. The Crown whispered again. Take it. Make them kneel. All of them. My fingers curled.

Arth replied, still holding the orb and scepter. “By decree bestowed upon me as the High King of Galadhor, I now crown you … King of Glacia.” The High King slowly placed the ice crown on his head. Arth shivered, chills running down throughout his entire body. The crown was heavier than he had thought. “Now rise Arth Aragon the Frostborne, King of Crown Galacer, Ruler of Glacia and Protector of the Northern Realm … Long live the King.” “Long live, the King!” the audience said altogether and then they all kneeled, bowing their heads.

Without hesitation, without warning l, he lifted it. It was a heavy silver, encrusted with black and blue diamonds, a symbol of power and belonging I hadn’t asked for but was about to be chained to. He turned to me. Our eyes locked, His amber gaze burned, fierce and cunning. His lips curled slightly, like this was all amusement to him, like daring the world to object gave him a thrill. But there was something deeper. A heat I couldn’t quite name. He lowered the crown onto my head. The weight nearly buckled me. Not the physical heaviness.. though it was pressed against my skull like a brand.. but the reality.