Casting Crowns Courageous Novels & Stories

"Just the nastiest and most loyal servant of my uncle before he made him into Aston's nanny because even he couldn't stand him anymore. Since then, Aston does his best to flee or send him far away. The name's Cordcow, but the nicest I've ever heard someone call him is 'bloody Cursed Crow'. Well, I guess you were even nicer just now." "It is always a pleasure to work with sophisticated ladies", Cordcow said with a chuckle. "If I remember right though, you once told me those could only be meat shields to you. Of course, that is if they don't evaporate beforehand. It would not be the first time in your vicinity."

I mean, “Will you do me a favor and get lost?” he said while fixing the hem of his fitted dress shirt, “Why didn’t Xerxes come? He knew about this one, my god,” he dramatically fixed his hair on his forehead. “You’re there, nothing to worry about,” the woman said, “Come on, let’s get this done,” All of us were divided based on our factions; The Canine, The Dawn, The Sabletail, The Wildridge, and The Averrant.

Seeing him struggle in pain, I asked, "Do you want me to find you a woman?" He seized the back of my head and sealed my lips with a burning kiss. "I want you," he murmured. I forced my breath steady. "Jonathan, look at me. I'm Adam." His voice turned hoarse and low. "Adam… right now, you're the only one who can save me. Please… Will you?"

He looked in her eyes with courage and malice and spoke or more like inquired, " And what's wrong if my head wears the crown? " Rithambara clenched her jaws and smirked. She kept the lamp down on the floor and came head to head in level with Marcus and spoke challenging him, " the head which deserves to wear crown is out in the battlefield keeping his life on the edge of sword. The head which deserves to wear crown made strategies, worked on his legions. Head which deserves crown bore many betrayals, spent countless nights awake thinking about his kingdom. I hope it gives you a proper reason that why you don't deserve the crown. "

Hopping the answer would be yes, I flipped to the introduction, the much-needed hope fluttering in my chest as I read. “From their temple origins to their violent renaissance in the Bloody War that birthed Henosis, Crowns of Shame have a complex past mixed with hope and cruelty alike. Despite its variety of intents and shapes, one thing remains the same throughout its history: the scar-tissue that defines it.” I flipped through the book, deterred by the word “scar-tissue”. I stopped at a page with a grotesque image of a man on his knees as someone carved a line across his forehead.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

I said quietly, "are you pushing me toward art just to trade me off at a higher price?" The cigar cutter hit the coffee table with a loud smack as he shot up, his face shaking with anger. "What did you just say?" I stood tall, my words deliberate. "I'm not going to be part of any arranged marriage. I'm applying for computer science at Camford University. I'm living for me, not for deals or expectations." The room went still, as if the air itself turned to ice. The storm hit without warning, fierce and sudden.

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

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.

Maira too pulled her bow and aimed on the other side. Wolf was standing on the other side with some of his other teammates. He was just standing on the other side idly on the other side with his shirt tightly wrapped around his chest. "Give me the crown!" He said to Rain who was hanging in the middle of the valley. "Wolf! You asshole…" Creed yelled from the other side, "Don't even think about it!" "Shut the hell up, Gryffon…'' Wolf yelled with menacing tonality, "I'm gonna count to 5. If she doesn't throw the crown to me, I'm gonna let this go!"