Belle Crown Novels & Stories

She tiptoed towards him, she extended her hand and she was about to get the book when it was too late because the book had already fallen. It creates a sound, she looks at the prince if he wakes up but he's not. She continued to get the book, she bent and held it. She picked up the book and was about to stand straight when she saw the crown prince's face, she stopped and then looked at him. His legs cross, he looks so elegant in his royal black suits. His hair was down and messy, it's her first time seeing his hair messy. Usually he's hair is well styled, his lips are pinkish. Damn did he use something on his face? Why is he so blessed? Hope all are blessed by the above, he has this face tha

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

"Zanele, what did you bring for my grandfather? If you need a high-tier relic, I have rare moon-crystals in my private vault—" "Keep your crystals, Kieran," I reply smoothly, setting my cup down. "What I brought cannot be bought with pack credits." Two heavy stone pedestals are rolled into the center of the ring. Belle stands on the left, her black gown making her look like a dark queen. I step up to the right pedestal, my silver-scaled armor catching the flickering torchlight, creating a terrifying contrast against my scarred leather hide mask. The crowd leans in, Whispers circulating like wind through pine trees.

'Let them talk to empty throne. The mental image of the council's horror at finding a pair of wolves racing through the forest instead of attending the carefully orchestrated coronation made me smile despite my frustration. Tempting, but irresponsible. I turned my attention to the arrangements that did require my approval. The royal jeweler needed final confirmation on the design for Amelia's coronation crown—a masterwork of platinum and diamonds that would symbolise her status as Queen rather than Luna. Unlike the traditional Luna's crown, which was deliberately designed to be smaller and less impressive than the King's, Amelia's would be equally magnificent, symbolizing our shared power.

I recognized it immediately — it was the style used to crown every Luna in Silver Moon Pack's history. Robert glanced at me, then said evenly to Bellis, "Take that off. It's for the coronation." Bellis blinked, all innocence. "I just thought it was pretty. Vera won't mind, will she?" I was about to say I didn't — when Robert's voice hardened. "I can buy you any crown you want. Not this one." I froze, surprised that he would speak to Bellis so sternly just over a crown. In the past, he would have been afraid to speak sharply to her at all.

“And the other?” Penny gave an inscrutable smile. “I’m very proud of myself for digging up this one. Of course, the way the library search system works, it can be hard to find something that doesn’t have the most obvious words in the title or abstract. This one is called, The Devil’s Disciples: The Rise and Fall of the de Montalt Family.” She beamed, but it took a few seconds for the significance to register. “They owned the original Belle Vue estate,” he said.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.