Chasing The Crown Novels & Stories

As much as Emery wanted to run faster, she could not do so because of the current state of Prince Cornelius. The moonlight filtered through the looming trees, casting eerie shadows on the ground as they darted between the trunks and struggled to walk on the protruding ground due to the large roots of the trees around. Aside from her loud heartbeat, Emery could hear the more ragged breathing of the prince and she tried her best to shoo away the fear of him not lasting that long through the night. The two of them went straight, then right, then to the left just so they could shake off their pursuers, but then it looked futile when an arrow came whooshing right past them. Still, they were luck

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

He stood tall and proud, ready to take on the role of Crown Prince with all the grace and poise he could muster. I was now the former Crown Prince, and with my title came a freedom I’d never known. I could go anywhere I wanted to go, and I wanted to go to the Blackstone Pack to find Chloe. I couldn’t give up on her – I wouldn’t. I had orchestrated a fate where we could be together. Knox barged into my room the day that I was packing, a wild look in his eyes. “You’re really leaving?” I nodded. “I have things to do, mates to track down.” I shrugged as if this to-do list wasn’t overwhelming.

Leading toward the summit. Leading toward the final key. Then he started running. Immediately. The First Crown burned. Authority. The Fourth Crown burned. Resolve. The Third Crown burned. Truth. All working together. Then the staircase shook. BOOOOOOOOM! The sky cracked again. The giant hand pushed further through reality. Its fingers were visible now. Massive. Ancient. Terrifying. Then the Third Crown pulsed. Warning. Danger. Then Thomas saw something. Figures. Running on nearby staircases.

60 hours/week. I threw the file across the room. It hit the wall and scattered, papers fluttering down like white feathers. "I didn't know," I whispered. "You didn't want to know," Chase said from the doorway. He didn't look like my Beta anymore. He looked like a man judging a fool. "Where is she?" I asked, my voice ragged. "The Royal Palace," Chase said. "The Coronation Ceremony is tomorrow. She is being crowned Luna Queen." Tomorrow. I stood up. "Get the car."

Congratulations are in order, as well as many questions. Through the door outside, I see the loyal soldiers scouting through. I imagine they will have the entire palace secure very soon, if they haven’t secured it already. After a time, a servant walks in carrying the King’s formal crown. The servant seems confused, flanked by two loyal guards. They walk up the blood-stained silver carpet, carrying the crown all the way to the front. Caleb hops back up onto the platform. As the servant comes close enough, he reaches down, snatches the crown off the pillow it was carried in on, and drops it onto his own head.

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.

"You’re going to turn heads tonight. I’m sorry I can’t go with you. Violetta didn’t pick me among the other escorts. I would have loved to see you in action. But I can't leave the house, remember?" “Don't worry. I understand. I’m just happy to have a friend like you.” “Awww…” Ingrid pretended to cry. She leaned in and hugged Evie. She kissed her forehead and whispered, "Remember, it’s just business. And nothing more. Okay?” Evie nodded and walked out of her bedroom. Violetta was waiting for her at the entrance of the club with the other girls and some bodyguards. A limousine was parked outside and the chauffeur stood beside the vehicle holding the door open for her.

"Any one of those bags could buy a house. I gotta get a picture. I'm not gonna see something like this twice in my life." "Now that's what a real heiress looks like. I knew something was off about Violet. She kept rotating the same few bags every day, trying way too hard to look the part." I pointed at Jim's bag and said to Lewis, "Please verify that bag. I promised to compensate this gentleman with ten bags of equal value." Jim's earlier humility was gone. All that remained was greedy excitement. He didn't even notice Violet slowly edging backward, trying to slip into the crowd.

The crown isn’t just settling now. It’s waking up.