Alec Benjamin Paper Crown Novels & Stories

But how come I don't remember this scene? My kid version made the girl sit down and then put a bandage in the girl's wound. I looked closely at the band-aid. I think that design has two crowns. Crown for a queen and king and there's an initial engraved on it. A.A. A.A.? What does that mean? "Caro!!"

I follow the direction in which he reaches, turning backwards to see – And I gasp when I see another velvet pillow, and on top of it – A teeny tiny golden crown, just a little precious circlet unadorned by any jewels, just big enough for a baby’s head –

Fidor Kovalenko, Mikhail Chernov, Anatoly Dragunov, and Irina Vasiliev followed, each in turn placing a hand on Alexei's shoulder and hearing the same response — the promise that the Crown was not a throne, but a shield. When the last Alpha finished, the Guardian declared: "Strength did not make you Supreme." Everyone answered in unison: "Recognition did." The Crown of the Supreme Alpha was not placed immediately. First, Alexei knelt before the Moonstone. The marble floor was cold beneath his knees, and the moonlight surrounded him like a cloak. The Guardian took the ancestral crown — a band of dark silver, worked with ancient runes and stones that seemed to contain the very light of the sta

The coronation ceremony itself began under the full, blinding light of the moon. The drums echoed through the pavilion as Derek was rolled up to the center altar. The lead councilman raised the ancient, silver-etched Alpha crown, lowering it onto Derek’s head with a booming declaration of his absolute authority. Then, it was my turn. The heavy, dark gold Luna tiara was pressed onto my hair. It felt entirely wrong. The weight of it made my neck stiff, and as the crowd erupted into a rehearsed, deafening applause, the title felt like a hollow mockery. I wasn't a partner; I was a shield against political scandal.

Remaining composed, Frederick pressed on calmly, "Answer me." Bianca arrogantly retorted, "I target whoever I please! Can you do anything about it? Even Mayor Zephyr bows down to me! Who are you to interfere?" Frederick's eyes gleamed with cold determination as he questioned, "So, it was you who planted the crown in her bag?" Bianca tilted her head backward and laughed sinisterly. "I couldn't have devised such a brilliant plan myself. That was all thanks to Alec. If he hadn't bribed Donovan to plant the crown in Jennifer's bag, we wouldn't have had such a perfect opportunity."

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

"You don't need to say anything. We've already made our choice." Brittany and Horace exchanged a glance. "Yes, we've made our decision." Jessica's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "What's your choice? Who do you pick?" At that moment, the butler approached. "Mr. and Mrs. Larson, we have brought the Aetheris Crown." The Aetheris Crown was a masterpiece handcrafted from countless precious diamonds and gemstones, priceless beyond measure. It was a tiara fit for a princess. Horace nodded. "Bring it out."

One wrong move and I could damn an entire species. Mikaela and I gently gripped the bannister with our left hands whilst Julian stood with his hands clasped at his front. Acting like royalty took more grace than my body has ever had. I felt uneasy within my own skin. A small golden crown adorned Julian's head as indication of his title. This wasn't the same crown he would wear at more important functions such as balls, but it was enough to remind everyone of who he was. What they were all here for. Everyday politics could wait, this was something special. Everyone needed to know that. It all felt forced, in my opinion. Like ice had been dumped on the estate and we were waiting for hell to fi

“I’ve always wanted a crown.” “Good,” I murmur, standing on my toes and begging for a kiss, which he gives me. When he lets me back down, Luca looks seriously over at Ben. “You’re going too? You’ll make sure she gets home safe?” “And face your left hook if I don’t?” Ben asks, quirking an eyebrow before dipping into a bow. “You have my word, your highness.” “Hey!” Rafe protests again, as his title has been wantonly claimed now alongside his crown.

Kellen's voice was firm as he responded, "I do." The priestess smiled, opening the box to reveal a golden crown. "Then let us crown you, Alpha King Kellen." Daciana's eyes widened with surprise when she saw the crown as she slowly turned her gaze to Axel. "I don't recall your father ever wearing a crown." She muttered, causing Axel to chuckle amusingly. "Well, yeah. The crown was my idea." He admitted casually, causing Daciana to roll her eyes and shake her head. As the priestess placed the crown on Kellen's head, the audience erupted into cheers and applause. Kellen turned to face the crowd, a proud smile etched on his features.