Novel & Cerita Alec's Fallen Crown

I know for a fact that would not end well. “Well you guys look like shit.” A voice says. I turn to see Alpha Riccardo, Luna Chiara, and Beta Garreth standing there. Damn, I forgot they were coming today. I start apologising, but Alpha Riccardo stops me and says it is fine. Kendrick explains what happened, and Beta Garreth says that they have all been there. We all gather around the table when Alpha Riccardo and Beta Garreth set down boxes on the table. We open them up to find these beautiful bracelets.

The one who had arrived was no mere envoy, but the ruler of the entire werewolf kingdom, the White Wolf Alpha King himself. Alexander and the elders hurried down from the platform, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty." "At ease." Father's voice carried across the square, steady and commanding. Then, he stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Alexander's eyes widened as his gaze locked onto me. I showed up in full ceremonial dress, but what I wore was not the dark-patterned Luna gown of the Greystone pack. Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty.

“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.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

They looked hollow and pale, and her skin looked fragile, almost as if she would pass away from starvation soon. I stepped closer to her and used my royal runes before asking her to tell me the truth. Nobody could resist the royal runes, and soon she was spilling the truth about Alpha Jeremy and how he bandoned them, despite promising heaven and earth after her son’s death. I turned back to look at him with a cold smirk, and he was turning red with embarrassment. These common Alphas never learn that you don’t lie to a royal wolf.

The morning Julia’s world collapses—again—it begins with a headline. Her phone buzzes nonstop, vibrating against the kitchen counter like a trapped animal. She reaches for it, expecting something small, something survivable. Instead, the headline hits her like a slap. JULIA BAILEY: THE GIRL WHO CLIMBED THE HEIR FOR FAME—AND FELL. Her breath shatters. The article unfurls like poison: anonymous sources, distorted facts, doctored photos. Every sentence twists the truth into something unrecognizable.

Kael exclaimed. Everyone looked upward. The Crown of Eternis still floated above the throne. Its golden light flickered as darkness slowly surrounded it. The ancient voice echoed one last time. "Heir of Asterion..." "Claim your destiny..." "...before the Temple falls." The Crown suddenly descended toward Kael. At the same moment, Malachar lunged forward. "So close..." "It's mine!" Kael sprang toward the Crown. The Regent reached for it from the opposite side. Their hands stretched toward the ancient relic at exactly the same instant.

A dead son. A throne that should’ve been his, given instead to his younger brother a man who’d been weak, emotional, easily manipulated. And when Aldric died under suspicious circumstances (poison, everyone whispered, though no one dared say it aloud), the crown had gone to Aldric’s boy. To Daemon, who was even weaker than his father, even more easily corrupted. Now, at three in the morning, with his knees aching against stone worn smooth by centuries of penitence, Marcus received the message.

I almost laughed from the sheer absurdity of it. Then Leo's body began to glow. Alexander stepped toward him. "Seraphina." "I know." "No. You don't." The Crown on his head suddenly cracked. A pulse of energy blasted through the throne room. Alexander was thrown backward. "Alexander!" I ran toward him. "I'm fine." He pushed himself up. But his Crown was gone. It had fallen onto the marble floor and split down the middle. Viktor stared at it. Then he laughed. "I knew it."

Derren and Alexis shifted quickly and raced outside, ‘Where did she go?’ Derren demanded and one of them pointed toward the city centre, ‘What the fuck is she playing at? He rounded on Alexis angrily and the white wolf snarled back at him, ‘Be very careful what your next words are Derren.’ He was the Leader Alpha, the Crown Prince, heir to the Royal Throne of Immortals and Derren knew he had to be careful Alexis was known for his short temper, ‘Forgive me Supreme Alpha, your Luna is quite a handful and it has taken me by surprise.’