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Snow-capped mountains rose in the distance, framing the horizon like silent guardians, and as the carriage climbed higher, fog gradually parted to reveal something so vast that my breath caught. Noctis Academy stood atop a massive obsidian cliff, its black spires piercing the sky like blades forged from night itself. Ancient magic pulsed through its walls, heavy enough to feel even from miles away. The structure looked less like a school and more like a kingdom built for gods and monsters. My pulse quickened as the carriage rolled toward towering iron gates engraved with glowing runes. Students in elegant uniforms passed through the entrance in small groups, their auras alone revealing terri

For once, I did not try to make myself appear smaller. Greta adjusted the fabric over my shoulder and smiled at my reflection. “You look like a Luna.” “I am a Luna.” Her smile widened. “Exactly.” On the vanity rested the ceremonial crown. It was not delicate. Ironclaw did not create delicate things. The crown was made of dark silver, shaped like two wolves facing each other beneath a crescent moon. Small black stones had been set into the metal, catching the morning light. I lifted it carefully. My hands trembled.

Four guards hoisted a massive golden broadsword into view. It landed with a resounding thud on the stage, splitting the wooden floor. A gift from the Grim Reaper. "How's that for a showstopper? A grim reaper in solid gold?" My smile was serene, but my gaze was lethal. Dante clutched at his chest, his body slumping into the chair as he shook and pointed a trembling finger at me. "Damn you!" Marco, his face a mask of humiliation, snatched up the cake knife and lunged for me.

Nikolai’s POV The she-wolf slurped my whole cock down her throat, bobbing her head rapidly, but my mind was far from being in the moment with her. At some point, it starts to feel like just vanity, especially when I have pressing things on my mind like the pack's inspection coming up. As the new Alpha king, it’s not as glamorous as most people make it out to be. In fact, I see it more like a curse than a blessing.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

she projected her voice, hiding any fear she had. “Then please, recite after me; As queen I will protect all wolves who need protection. I will bestow my advice and knowledge for all who need it. I will follow my mate, the King in all his endeavors.” Klara repeated the words, glancing to Marc every now and then to see his proud, warm smile. Elsbeth took the crown of intwined thin gold strands from her head, and placed it on Klara’s. Adelaide brought forth a gold handled dagger, although this one had a blue sapphire encrusted in the hilt. She handed it delicately to Elsbeth. She nodded subtly to Klara, who nodded back, she’d been warned about this part. Elsbeth nicked her palm, before passing

Inside the box were three rings. "Will you marry me?" The view of the rings in the warm light of the candles made the rings even more charming. Bianca couldn’t understand why there were three rings, but even after a quick look, she could say which one was supposed to be hers. The smaller one with the writing: Crow. But right then, her eyes noticed another writing: Crowolf. The ring looked out of this world, filled with some difficult-to-name force, emanating from the round shape and the writing itself. It shone in the flames of the candles as if it were alive.

“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.

“Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?” I darted my tongue to lick my dry lips as I nodded my head as the man muttered. “I do,” “With the power of god, I may pronounce you as the Queen of Nitholirc, wife of Lords of Nitholirc and hope of people,” My heart fluttered as he gently picked the crown with his both hands and Claus bowed slightly as he placed it on his head as people cheered and clapped. My chest tightened with uneasiness, and I swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat.

When she finally found what she was looking for, she leaned over the edge of her bed, and I immediately held my arms out so I could catch her if she fell. “Becky! Please come down from there. You know I don’t like it when you do that,” I lectured sternly, making her giggle. “Sorry, Mama Naomi! Here! Hold these please.” I took two boxes from her so she could climb down off her bed. I looked down at the boxes in my hands and was stunned to see that both of the boxes had pictures of crowns on them. Surely that wasn’t what was in them. Right? He wouldn’t have bought crowns. Especially not crowns that looked like they were expensive. Becky had me sit on Nasha’s bed before opening the boxes so I c