A Crown This Cold And Heavy Audiobook Novels & Stories

The silver ring of light shimmered softly beneath her skin. She took the coin from her desk. It was warm. When she held it up to the light, frost bloomed faintly across its surface, and for a heartbeat, she thought she heard a voice, quiet as breath. Well done. She closed her hand around it. “Then watch closely,” she whispered. “I’m not finished.” The frost melted away, leaving only the sound of her heartbeat and the echo of distant bells ringing through the palace.

And the Crown still hungered. The scar on my palm itched-a relentless, crawling heat that no amount of snow rubbed into the skin could soothe. The Crown's helix pulsed faintly, a reminder etched in flesh, its rhythm out of sync with my heartbeat. It didn't sleep. It *watched*.

“You smiled while threatening them.” Fair. Unfortunately fair. I folded my arms while glaring at him suspiciously. “You’re becoming annoying in your old age.” “I’m immortal here, remember?” “That sounds fake.” “It’s not.” “You still look twenty eight.” “Thank you.” “That wasn’t a compliment.” Jayden laughed again before pulling me toward the giant couch near the fireplace. The entire room looked ridiculous honestly. Massive crystal chandeliers. Black marble floors. Paintings everywhere. Golden walls. This man was living like a supernatural billionaire king straight out of fantasy romance novels and somehow nobody thought to warn me.

A slight gasp falls from me as my foot stays perfectly still on the bed. I can’t feel anything. Just like the doctor, I don’t answer his question. Instead, I ask, “Is this permanent or only temporary?” Please tell me this is only temporary. No matter what he says, the crown has already been passed to Dee, but I was hoping to be able to help her out. Now, what am I going to do?

“I’ve been doting on her for years, so she won’t be able to leave my side. We’ve never been separated for so long, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. It’ll be easy for me to make her happy again when I see her next time. I’ve already bought an island for her. She loves scuba diving.” Then, his voice turned serious. “Don’t be jealous. I’ll prepare even more gifts for you and our pup. What belongs to me belongs to you.” The call ended, and the crowd burst into an uproar. Someone grabbed a chair to hit me! “You really are a shameless mistress! I’m going to kill that illegitimate child of yours!” Despair filled my entire being… Bam! Someone blocked the chair with their arm, and it shattere

She despised it with every fiber of her being. “Do not dare test my patience, Dominic Windsor,” the grand duke hissed, his icy presence chilling the very air. The room fell silent as a bone-chilling aura engulfed all. Trembling with fear, they watched as the duke’s iron grip tightened around her, leaving her no choice but to sink her teeth into his flesh with all her might. Blood spilled and, fueled by desperation, she broke free, sprinting towards the knights of Adelstein. “Bravo, child,” the grand duke of Adelstein praised, his voice filled with praises.

And these things were the opposite of hunger. These things were full, the cold cracked. Not loudly, like ice finding a fault line. A slow fracture spreading from the center outward. The Hollow made a sound not a voice, not quite pain. Something like the feeling of water draining. Of pressure releasing. The crown blazed. Gold and red, that nameless combined color, flooding the canyon in warm impossible light. I pressed my hands against the embedded crown. "Go back," I said quietly. Not commanding, not fighting, just certain.

asked Cynthia stuttering . " Yes and No ." said the crown softly . " Why am i here ?" asked Cynthia . " Because you ought to be here , this is your world , your home the place where you actually belong .I have been waiting for you for years ." said the crown . " I don't know what's happening , I came here before didn't i ?" asked Cynthia . " I suspect you did but that time it was in your head ." said the crown . " So this means this time it's real ... I .. am here in reality ." asked Cynthia .

He had fought against it. He had destroyed it. Or at least— he thought he had. The crown stopped above them. The First Father stared at it. “No.” The Creator stepped backward. “It shouldn't exist.” Kael looked at her. “You said that already.” “This is different.” “How?” She pointed toward the crown. “That crown remembers.” Kael frowned. “Remembers what?” The crown suddenly cracked. A voice came from inside it. “Everything.” Kael's Heart began beating faster. THUMP.

I echoed. He gestured toward the horizon. And there it was — the throne I’d glimpsed before. It floated at the center of the Gate’s light, carved from living flame, runes spiraling up its arms. Above it hovered the crown — a perfect ring of white fire spinning slowly, whispering with the voices of every soul that had worn it before. “The Crown of Light,” Auren murmured. “It chooses the vessel for the First Blood. It makes them eternal.” My pulse quickened. “You said if it takes you, you’ll destroy everything.”