Aragorn Crowning Novels & Stories

He didn’t need to. The blood truth was a combat-bound declaration of allegiance. I was to prove her loyalty to the Frostfang clan before neutral witnesses and clan elders. Failure meant exile. Or worse, forfeiture of rank and inheritance. Across the field, Varyn stepped into the circle. He was one of my oldest friends, he trained me most of my life. He wore no helmet, only the black wolf braid of senior command. The look in his eyes was one of dread, he didn’t want to fight me, but tradition and my father commanded it.

The crimson warning continued flashing before my eyes long after the four Crown Kings disappeared from the Headmaster's office. Their footsteps had faded into silence, yet the pressure they left behind seemed to linger in the room. I stared at the system's newest command, unable to believe what I was seeing. [Hidden Mission Activated.] [Proceed to the Eastern Barrier.] [Reward: Memory Fragment.] [Penalty for Refusal: Crown Synchronization -5%.]

I smile from ear to ear but I'm nervous still. "Ladies and gentlemen!" The officer who was officiating the ceremony called. The cheers didn't completely die down until the Lycan King raised his hand. My mate looks at me lovingly and grabs my hand, lifting it to kiss my hand. He guides me to the officer and Arya comes to the start, carrying a small crown on a velvet pillow. The crown is majestic and has so many diamond stones on it. She opens it to reveal the most beautiful crown I have ever seen! I get down on my knees in front of the officer and lower my head.

The crowning of the true Crimson heir, the wolf who united us against darkness, who defeated enemies that would have crushed lesser souls. Cheers erupted, wild and fierce, echoing off the mountains. But Aria raised her hand, and the crowd fell silent. Before I accept this throne, she said, her voice carrying with the first's power behind it, I need to say something. I need to be clear about what this means, what I am, what I will be. She looked out over the wolves who had come to witness her crowning, seeing faces she knew and faces she did not, seeing hope and fear and love and uncertainty.

There was a lining of pride in her undertone. “On this day, the day of the third lunar Circle.” She continued strongly. I felt goosebumps, accompanied by chills, reign all over my body and I believed it was the same for everyone. My mum’s hand rose high into the air towards Cayden’s head.. and then above it. The moment was magical. The Crown glistened as she lowered it down toward his head now. She smiled. “I crown you, KING OF THE CANINE REIGNS…” She placed the crown on his head… and then vehement cheerful shouts shot into the air and consumed the silence.

"Our current King and the Prince have decided that the time has come for Medora to step out on to the world's stage. This marriage was the perfect opportunity for that to start." "In the following weeks, you will not only be followed by our media but also by representatives from major news outlets from your countries. The wedding, where one of the candidates will be marrying Prince Sebastian will mark the day that we allow outsiders to step onto our soil." She continued to explain. "The journalists we invited are on this ship as well. They are under strict instruction to only photograph you, and to only report the state of the competition." "And what kind of competition will it be?" The redh

he breathed into her ear before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. He pulled away, grasping Klara around her waist. “We have joined in Mateship, now we have joined in rank. What say you?” Marc addressed the crowd. Klara tried to remember who it was that was in the room during the coronation. It was higher level wolves, she remembered that much. “Here, here!” A voice called, soon to be followed by all in the room. Marc guided her back to her own throne as he sat in his. Their hands still clasped in one another’s.

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

Constance heard the groom and she gritted her teeth in annoyance. "I cannot see anything else from her that is way better than I, pathetic." The witch whispered in hatred and once more gazed at the bride who finally reached the center of the altar. "You won't be living a happy life, woman." She mumbled and momentarily closed her eyes. Sensing how the hurls of the wind became heavy, she could sense that there were unexpected people coming into the palace. Upon arriving at the altar, Terra Elliot seems so bothered. She could sense how she barely gasped for air to breathe and her knees were wobbling—feeling so weak. "Are you alright?" Gohan questioned and held her arms to support her.

This was her decision, and she would stand in it. Marco immediately began to object, but Damien silenced him with a raised hand. He said Elena was right. The soldiers needed to see that their Donna did not rule from the shadows, that she was willing to stand beside them when it mattered. Marco hesitated, clearly unhappy, but whatever he saw in Damien’s expression made him relent. He agreed, but warned that she would need to change into something practical, carry a weapon, and be prepared to use it if necessary.