Novel & Cerita Casting Crowns Courageous

“Be more careful from now on,” Castor said with a serious look on his face. “The empress will not just idly sit by and let her crown be taken away.” “I know,” Emery replied before flashing him a smile. “Thank you, Sir Castor. Have a good night.”

Crown gets to scratch his itch and I get to take notes in what to change at the border security at the same time form some type of rapport with the patrollers so maybe I was actually killing 3 birds with one stone, had to be a big ass stone . Soon, we reached the cliff where my mate ,Cassie jumped and Crown bows low in reverence of her spirit. No one need stop be told, everybody in the pack knows this is where their should have been Luna lost her life , so they all bow low even those in human form. Crown let's out a sorrowful whine and then a howl and the rest of the wolfs follow suit howling and paying homage to her spirit. We go back to the pack house and everything other person goes the

Without anyone explaining to me what was going on, I realized at that moment that the oldest and the youngest waiter were doing the crowning. The leader of the waiters asked us to sit down and then crowned me first before he nodded at Asher to crown Lance. As the crown was placed on Lance's head, a bright lightning went across the sky at top speed three times before a loud thunder roared as if it was proclaiming victory. The waiters all smiled with happiness as they looked up as if they could see the sky. I heard the leader of the waiters sigh in great relief. Asher and the leader of the waiters stepped away from us and bowed in reference as the team and the golden wolf soldiers all bowed to

A murmur of uncertainty rippled through the assembly, like a hesitant breeze rustling through a forest of doubt. A voice from the crowd, laced with skepticism, cut through the wavering resolve. “Cain, this is madness! King Crowell’s forces are a formidable foe, far too numerous, far too powerful. We are but humble villagers, armed with little more than farming tools. How can we possibly stand against them?”

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.

I could see it in his eyes that he appreciated me doing this for him and this made me happy. Who knew the event of a King’s Coronation was this weighty and overwhelming? Cayden and I both looked back at the Coronation and then two Grey Wolves stepped forward from their formational line, one holding a scroll piece— containing the Coronation vows Cayden was to recite, while the other wolf held a beautiful adorned foamy platform. — and on that Platform, was the crown, covered in purple silk to shield it from visewing. I could already feel its majesty.

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

The city lay cradled between stone cliffs and frozen pines, cloaked in mist and moonlight a neutral ground carved from old treaties and older blood. Even here, I could feel the tension in the air. Wolf-shifters moved through the streets in wary silence. Some bore the white tattoos of the Highland Clans, others the storm-gray brands of the South. They nodded as I passed, respectful, but wary. I was Frostfang, northern royalty and a healer in a world that only valued warriors. My wolf stirred beneath my skin. Something is wrong, Nemphis whispered. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t afford to listen to instincts, not here, not now. I looked up and admired the Hall.

“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.