Aragorn Crowning Novels & Stories

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.

Even though I was prepared, seeing it with my own eyes still felt like my heart was being flayed. I turned away sharply, unable to watch. The ceremony began. Chief Elder Marcus held up an ancient box and removed a necklace made of a wolf's head carved from moonstone. "This is the sacred relic 'Heart of the Land,' passed down by our ancestors! It enhances the wearer's connection to the Moon Goddess and amplifies their gift!" A wave of awe rippled through the crowd. My friend Jake, standing beside me, couldn't help but say, "If your Earth Empathy was amplified by that, you might actually be able to purify the forest."

His anger doesn't scare me but his lust sure does. "My grandfather, King Lucas Vlček had twins. One was named Adrian and the other Aragorn. Aragorn was the older twin therefore, the heir to their father's throne. King Lucas always believed in status and royalty. He didn't accept my father when he introduced a lowly wolf peasant's daughter as his mate. They made him choose between the throne and his mate. My father being a fool that he was, he left the throne for his mate! A few years later, I was born and some more years passed by before Lucian was born.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

"But yes, I am leaving. Not because I want to, but because the multiverse needs what I have become." "That is not fair," Elena said, tears streaming down her face. "You fought so hard to save us. You should get to enjoy what you built." "Life is not about enjoying what we build. It is about building things for others to enjoy." I knelt to her level, my cosmic form adjusting to mortal scale. "But I will carry every memory of you, every moment of courage you showed, everywhere I go." "Promise?" "I promise." The coronation ceremony was hastily arranged but no less meaningful for its speed. Luna stood before the assembled nobles and commoners, wearing the ancient Moonspire crown that had been hi

"Hey! What do you think of me? Liar!? Yes, they are. I saw them earlier. They held hands and then kissed her on the cheek. Take note, huh? Right in front of me!" Azariah looked at it badly. "Shut up!" I alternately looked at the two who were facing each other and arguing. I just patted my forehead because of the two. I CAN'T REMEMBER how many hours my cousins and I talked. They seem to be happier than me. Azariah has already gone where the imagination is. "Just for your wedding, I'll be the maid of honor!" "Azariah!" "Hey!" Aliona and I said that together. Azariah looked at us with surprise. "Why?"

The scent of roasted food drifted through the courtyard as long tables were prepared for the celebration. “Lady Aria,” he said. My heart began to pound as I stepped forward. Another elder approached, holding a crown made of moonstone. It shimmered softly in the sunlight, reflecting pale streaks of light across the balcony. He gently placed it on my head. For a moment, everything around me seemed to fall silent. Then another crown was placed on Kaelen. As soon as the crowns settled on our heads, something incredible happened. The entire courtyard bowed. Hundreds of wolves lowered their heads in respect.

They moved as one body, one soul with a united purpose until they had come before Aragon. Aragon smiled warmly at her and said "Welcome back home, Candice." She curtsied before him to show her respect. Among all the elders, there was this wisdom and warmth he radiated. Aragon retrieved her crown from a pillow that a crown-bearer held. He raised it and faced the audience. Her crown looked thinner and lighter than Wayne's but with more precious stones crafted perfectly into it. "By the powers vested in me, I hereby crown Candice Bretford Wyatt and announce her as the new queen," Aragon turned around with the crown and she bent her head to receive it.

Arth replied, still holding the orb and scepter. “By decree bestowed upon me as the High King of Galadhor, I now crown you … King of Glacia.” The High King slowly placed the ice crown on his head. Arth shivered, chills running down throughout his entire body. The crown was heavier than he had thought. “Now rise Arth Aragon the Frostborne, King of Crown Galacer, Ruler of Glacia and Protector of the Northern Realm … Long live the King.” “Long live, the King!” the audience said altogether and then they all kneeled, bowing their heads.

he said, having lost some of the slur in his voice. "I love you. You were just using me to sober up, weren't you?" He winked, then took me by the hand and led me out of the room. *** Rowan was standing on the stage, facing the crowd as Dad pinned the royal broach of Drogomor on his sash. I was clasping Troy's hand, squeezing it, as the coronation took place. "What does the crest say? I can't see it from here!" I asked Troy, who narrowed his eyes as he peered up at the sash.