Chasing The Crown Novels & Stories

“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.

He steps forward, bowing slightly, then extends a hand. I take it, feeling the electricity of our bond, the unspoken promise that this moment is ours. Mary leans close to me, whispering, “Go, Eva. Shine. This is your crown, your day.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. The hall is filled with our pack, allies, friends, and family. The music swells, flowers trail along the aisle, and the banners flutter above. Theo lifts the crown—crafted of silver and moonstones—and lowers it toward me.

With their parents, they made their way to the carriage, the anticipation hanging thick in the air as they journeyed to the palace. The palace was alive with a myriad of guests, comprising high-ranking nobles and dignitaries hailing from distant lands. Despite the grandeur of the occasion, Elen felt the weight of her anxiety deepen as she scanned the crowd, unable to catch a glimpse of Addison. The Duke of Windsor and Chiara wandered off to greet other nobles, leaving Elen feeling marooned in a sea of unfamiliar faces, her heart aching with the longing for her beloved prince.

Right after they dress me up, Anna waits by the door and smiles, "Dinner should be ready." "I best be on my way, then." The maids do a finishing touch on my dress and put on my jewelry and crown. Royalty is crazy. You have to keep wearing a damned crown on your head and all the formalities are observed even in a simple dinner like this one. I walk towards the banquet hall trying to lighten my mind off of things. I do not want to be thinking of the Introductory or whatever deal father might have on this marriage he just discussed. It seems father has found his place in the banquet hall already as I arrive. And as usual, Kael is nowhere to be found. How is the crown prince always late? "Good e

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

The king encourages whoever is interested to join in the pursuit, keeping for themselves whatever loot they acquire from the chase. This incentive is too lucrative to ignore, another round of cheers erupts and Kiara hears all the men around her make arrangements to join the chase which is scheduled to hold tomorrow. The noise becomes too unbearable for Kiara to endure and she drags Corgan, who is also cheering, by the arm out of the crowd. “I don’t like it.” She begins. “We should leave them alone now that they are retreating, we shouldn’t do anything to make them change their minds.” She shifts her basket from one arm to the other.

We sat across from each other in the small study, the crown between us on the table, pulsing its quiet gold-and-red light. "This is strange," Caden said after a while. "Which part specifically?" "All of it." He looked at the crown. "Three days ago I had an army. A plan thirty years in the making, a certainty about what I was owed and how to take it." Something shifted in his expression. "Now I'm sitting across from the woman I spent three decades hunting, preparing to perform an ancient ritual to seal something neither of us fully understands." "Life moves fast," I said.

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

“If you’re going to judge us, do it here.” The Crown opens—not releasing power, but inviting connection. The Hunt responds instantly. Wolves step into a loose formation behind me, not aggressive, not submissive. Present. Midnight hums. The Observers advance one step. Reality tightens. And then—unexpectedly—one of them stumbles. Just a fraction. The others freeze. The stumble ripples outward like a dropped stone, futures rearranging violently. The one who faltered steadies itself, form flickering. “What was that?” Blake whispers.

There in her hands, lies the crown everygirl had been searching all over for. My heart fluttered in joy as It occurred to me she was the one I would be spending an entire week with. My lips stretched out in a wide smile. "Oh Jayden, you're such a lucky champ" I mumbled in smiles. Then suddenly, flung— she threw the crown away like it was some dangerous object. I chuckled at her action. Well there's nothing she could do about it now. Everyone already knew she found it. "Pick up the crown, they are seeing us right now at the field.the crown was connected to a camera and as soon as you touched it, the live video of here started playing at the Field" I informed her.