Casting Crowns Courageous Novels & Stories

By the time her peripheral vision detected the movement, there was no time for her to react, no time to summon her magic to defend herself. That was not the case for Ralin, however. His volkaane reflexes were far superior to any human, wizard or not. He leaped up and snatched the thing out of the air with two hands before it could strike his mother. When he landed, he was holding a jet black bird firmly in his grip. The creature’s wings beat furiously against Ralin’s forearms in a futile attempt to break free from his grasp. “A crow,” Dominic said. His expression darkened. “In the past, they have been called harbingers of death.”

Nestled within was a magnificent crown, adorned with intricately carved symbols representing unity, strength, and wisdom. Alpha Caleb stood, his voice resonating with pride. "Ethan, Ava, it is with great honor that I bestow upon you the crowns of leadership. Wear them with humility and reverence, for they symbolize your commitment to the werewolf community and the legacy of our ancestors." Tears welled up in Ethan's eyes as he received his crown, his hands trembling as he placed it on his head. Ava, too, felt the weight of the moment as she donned her own crown, her heart swelling with a profound sense of purpose.

Then Rowan shouted from below. Then: "NOW WOULD BE A GREAT TIME TO WIN!" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the beam fired. BOOOOOOOOOOM! Reality screamed. The attack crossed the distance instantly. Impossible to dodge. Impossible to block. Then every Crown ignited. Immediately. The First Crown. The Third Crown. The Fourth Crown. The Sixth Crown. All of them. Together. Their power surged through the battlefield. Then Ava screamed. Then: "THOMAS!"

I cursed under my breath, hating the way my skin prickled and stomping on the urge to turn my back and run as far as I could into the open night. I would have taken my chances with the Darkness first before sitting in the stifling silence with wolves who would have wanted nothing less than my head on a platter. “Sir Brahm…a surprise that you are joining us!” One of the bone-thin wolves exclaimed, slowly rising to his feet when he saw the crown in my arms. I strained my fface into what I hoped was a smile, pausing at the head of the table to set down the King’s crown. “Please don't tell me this is an impeachment?” another wolf piped up, but my gaze locked on Kefas’ pitch black glare as it bou

Giant was saying, "that was all we asked of you. And you grudge us the food "Be glad I didn't grudge you fire too." Craster was a thick man made thicker by the ragged smelly sheepskins he wore day and night. He had a broad flat nose, a mouth that drooped to one side, and a missing ear. And though his matted hair and tangled beard might be grey going white, his hard knuckly hands still looked strong enough to hurt. "I fed you what I could, but you crows are always hungry. I'm a godly man, else I would have chased you off. You think I need the likes of him, dying on my floor? You think I need all your mouths, little man?" The wildling spat. "Crows. When did a black bird ever bring good to a ma

Rebels, likely. I rise slowly from my throne, fingers brushing the armrests carved with wolf sigils that seem to writhe and shift under my touch. My cursed crown hums against my skull, its fractured metal threads digging deeper into my skin with each passing moment, becoming less ornament and more surgical procedure. The pain is constant now, a low throb that reminds me with every heartbeat of what I've sacrificed for the sake of strength to protect my children.

The imperial knights watched with a mix of excitement and tension, eager to witness the clash between their prince and the formidable Adelstein knight. With a swift movement, Addison lunged forward, his blade flashing as he unleashed a series of rapid strikes. Alaric, undaunted, countered each blow with skill and precision, the clash of steel ringing through the air. The two adversaries danced around one another, their movements a blur of agility and determination.

Although Elinor wants to refuse, she looks at his expression and decides to suppress the thought for now, nodding obediently. Arthur tilts his head, observing the two, rubbing his chin between his thumb and forefinger, but the more he looks, the more something seems off. Noticing Arthur's actions, Elinor curves her lips slightly. Arthur's appearance is quite handsome, embodying classic royal charisma. His face is handsome with distinct features. He has deep blue eyes that appear both wise and profound. His eyebrows are thick, naturally arched.

And Evan saw it, he smiles because it's the first time he saw the crown laughs. This woman is amazing, no wonder the prince fondly finds her interesting. The crowd had a different reaction to what they saw. "She's part of the Selection right? How come she acts like that?" "Hahahahahahahahha that girl is funny, what's her name?" "I laughed so hard, this is hilarious. I had never seen such a fun game before." "Will she be able to survive? I think no, if she's alone. She'll definitely get killed."

Rowling’s back bumped against the deck railing as his sword locks with Jack’s. “I...It wasn't supposed to go down like this boy.” Rowling said, holding tight to Jack’s sword. “No...we’re not there quiet yet. Once you're bleeding out on your deck floor then it will be over.” Jack said through gritted teeth. Claire’s heart was in her stomach as she pushed the Crown full speed trying to get to Gavin. The Morning Star was a great ship but there was no way it could take fire from both sides. She needed to get there and get there fast.