Chasing The Crown Novels & Stories

"So what? I've never heard of you. You're probably still a nobody from a tiny, insignificant pack." She turned to the clerk with a sharp gaze. "You must be new here, so let me be clear—we're in Northmere, under Alpha Falcon's rule. If you dare sell that crown to her, this place won't last till dawn!" The clerk's hand trembled as he held the box, as if it suddenly weighed a hundred pounds. He turned to me, his voice trembling. "Ma'am, I'm just trying to make a living. I can't afford to offend Alpha Falcon… Please don't make this any harder for me."

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,”

Mom staggered back, then lunged at me with her fingers clamping down on my neck. "How dare you curse your own brother. You're just a wild wolf, never truly one of the pack. Don't worry, when my time comes, I'll make sure to drag you down with me, so you can never harm a hair on my son's head." Her grip was unyielding, and as I gasped for air, a vision flashed before me. An orange sports car speeding down a winding mountain road. It was the flashy convertible my trust fund brother had just bought.

"I will find the coordinates of your hiding place again. And when that day comes, I will become both your shield and the golden chain that brings you back to this mansion. You will remain the absolute Queen of my life... even if I have to let myself be deceived by you over and over again." Tristan lifted his gaze toward the night sky once more, his maddening jealousy having evolved into the calm composure of a top predator. The financial war might have ended with Vivienne's victory, but for the Vance crown prince, the emotional hunt to reclaim the Queen with the voluptuous figure had only just begun again from the very beginning.

“I will find a way. I will always find a way.” The prince was only distracted because I was his mate. If he caught Faye, he wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever he had to do. And stealing a royal crown was only a few steps down to treason. “How are you going to do that? The man... he- he said he would only pay us if we do it before the coronation of the prince, and the coronation will be in what- after ten days from the dragon ball?” She was right. My prince- shit, I mean, the prince would soon be the king of Draconiá, and me, I had to steal the fūcking crown before that, or all of our hopes and dreams would go down the drain.

"I wouldn't accept it either. It's one thing to take the throne with my own wit and charm, scheming my way there brilliantly, earning it. It's another thing entirely to have it handed to me on a silver platter because some good-for-nothing whore just crawled out of banishment and forced the deal. No taste of victory. No glory. Nothing worth a single song or story. So — no. I'll pass." For half a second the mockery slipped from his face, and beneath it was something I hadn't expected — something that looked almost like tenderness, almost like grief. As if taking Julian's crown would mean stepping over my ruined body to reach it, and some buried part of him wouldn't do it. Then the mask slid b

He only needed to wait until I came of age at eighteen to complete the rest of his design. My bloodline made the Crown Princess valuable to any Alpha seeking dominance among the wolf clans. So Owen sent people to track my movements beyond the borders of the Royal Court. When I wandered too far from the palace that day, he released several feral wolves into the forest. Then he arrived at exactly the right moment to drive them away. A perfect rescue. Everything that followed had been carefully planned. Our meeting, our bond, even the affection I believed was real. It had all been a performance.

As we move—brothers sealing exits, plans snapping into place—I know one thing with brutal clarity: She understands the world. What she doesn’t understand yet… …is how far four Crown Lords are willing to burn it down to keep her breathing.

“Truth destabilizes kingdoms.” Aera stepped closer. “Then maybe it deserves to be destabilized.” ⸻ The Crown’s Echo That night, Aera dreamed. She stood before the divided crown—three arcs hovering in the air. Two glowed faintly. The third remained dark. A voice whispered: Find the others. She woke with her sigil blazing. Not reacting. Calling. ⸻ Elsewhere A hooded figure knelt in candlelight. “The Crown is waking,” they said. Another voice answered, calm and cold.

Hunter Storm "Don't you think this ring looks...it looks similar to Princess Su Xiang's engagement ring?" Valentina inspects her ring from every possible angle like her eyes aren some kind of microscope or any related equipment to find minor details. "Who is this Princess Yaku-" I forget the name but whatever she said, it sounds unnecessarily bragged. "You don't know who she is?" She blinks her brown eyes a couple of times like I spoke some alien language.