Novel & Cerita Alec's Fallen Crown

"So for this day forth, after fifteen years of finding the lost last descendant of the Athlas Royal Family, from the Highest Royal Council, we decree to find for the next suitable Heir of the Athlas Royal Kingdom's Crown. The examination will start after the next full moon and will end after a year of temporary stay in the Palace as part of the evaluation. Everyone from the noble families that is of the age of fifteen to sixteen shall be picked to be one of the nominees to be the first new ruler of one of the most prominent kingdoms in the Pecullium World, the kingdom of Athlas." As the decree was made and announced to the royal court and was soon unravel throughout the other fractions of t

When they reach the table, my father stands up and says, "Kael, Aurora, please welcome King Marcus, Queen Amanda, and the two princes from Aether, Alec, and Ezekiel Kondstadt." Kael and I stand up together and bow down saying, "A pleasure to meet the family running the kingdom of Aether." An exchange of greetings takes place before my father says, "Let us please take a seat." We take our seats gently and observing the family, they are poised and very synchronized. I suddenly felt that these were AI Robots made by their technology to represent the royal family of Aether. "Congratulations on wearing the crown of Everdeen, Aurora," Marcus says. "Thank you, Your Majesty," I do not forget the hon

Kaizen took the glass from him and sniffed under his nose and indeed it was a monkhood fixed with wolf-bane, the deadliest form of poison for a werewolf. “Do you know what this means?” Azrael stated but was interrupted when the loud sound of resonating feet bore their ears before Alpha Oizys burst into the room with Lucien hot on his trail. He entered the room and went directly to the corpses lying on the bed with a stoic look and after a quick examination, he sharply pivoted to the Sages with a more rigid look. “What is the meaning of this?” he polled, his stern eyes tramping every face of the Sages.

Alaric objected, before being abruptly interrupted by Addison. "This is a command from the prince," Addison asserted in a commanding tone. "Very well, your highness," Alaric acquiesced, drawing his sword. The buzz of anticipation filled the training room as Prince Addison faced off against Captain Alaric, their swords gleaming in the light. The imperial knights watched with a mix of excitement and tension, eager to witness the clash between their prince and the formidable Adelstein knight.

But— Personal. Deeply. Caelan looked back down at the page. At the symbol. At the name written above it. At the list that should not exist. And for the first time— He understood something clearly. They hadn’t uncovered the truth. Not yet. They’d only found the edge of it. And whatever “Silver Crown” was— It wasn’t small. It wasn’t new. And it wasn’t something they could walk away from. Caelan closed the ledger slowly.

He asked, his eyes staying a bit longer on my chest. Well, guess the push up bra works then. I hated that he still scares me, his unpredictable self that I only manage to glimpse moments before going unconscious will be forever imprinted in my mind. Alec wears a facade so strong that you’d question your sanity where he’s concerned, maybe that’s why I missed all the red flags…that and because I was blindly in love. “I have no favourite contestant Alpha Alec, I’m the final verdict, it will be wrong for me to.” “I didn’t take you as someone who breaks the rule—”

No chaos, no frightened students, no risk of exposure. The king and queen cared about the academy, of course they did, but the clock was running out. Once the summer break began, Alina and the Northern Duke would return to their pack, and by then, any chance of stopping her would be lost completely. But if Alina truly carried the blood of a life-weaver witch, then the formation meant to restrain her wouldn’t hold—not properly. The core of the seal was a single strand of hair left behind by the life-weaver witch who died for the Northern Duke. The ancient law—that no one could kill one of their own kind—meant that the spell simply wasn’t built to bind someone like Alina.

And he starts laughing. “My death doesn’t matter,” he says, blood already bubbling up out of his lips. “You’ve already surrendered the crown. Lycan rule is over.” Alexander towers over Coltain, regarding him calmly, almost pityingly. Only I know the pain from the silver disintegrating his skin beneath his battle gear is slowly eating at him. I can feel it through our bond. “I did surrender the crown,” Alexander concedes. “And I shall equally kill anyone else who tries to hold me to it.”

I waved my phone, "The genuine scan? It's safe in my cloud storage. "I've captured every act of your mother-daughter charade over the past two weeks in crisp 4K. "Cross me again," I said with a smile, "and I'll show every family in Sicellia just how the Harlows treat their Principessa." Angela was seething with rage. I walked away without a backward glance. Eventually, my scheming aunt was confined by the elders for three months. Despite my father's pleas, she would not dare interfere with me again, afraid of another trap.