Crown And Thorn Book Novels & Stories

The moment I left the manor behind, my phone buzzed, a coded message from James, our family's tutor. "Harriet, your dad's on the warpath. He's threatened to erase me from Norchester if I don't sway you to his way of thinking: change your college choice, agree to a strategic marriage. He's even rallied the Blood Oath Brotherhood in Engleton against you, to teach you the price of defiance." My fingers clenched around the phone until they turned pale. That was his master stroke. I thought I broke free, but he was spinning a new web all along. What was waiting for me in Engleton?

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 45: The Recognition King Tharden arrived at the designated border meeting point expecting to find preparations underway, perhaps advance scouts securing the area for diplomatic discussions. Instead, he found a fully established camp that spoke of arrival hours, possibly days before the scheduled meeting.

Amara’s POV Later, wrapped in a light sweater, Amara wandered outside. She stayed close to the house at first, but the fresh air called to her. The gardens were beautiful — not manicured to death like the university lawns — but wild and rich, full of deep green and sweet flowers. Under a broad oak tree, she sat down, curling her legs beneath her. In her lap lay a small worn book — Anne of Green Gables — pressed into her hands by Mrs. Holloway with a wink earlier. “You’ll like this one, darlin’. Girl finds her home when she least expects it.”

The runes pulsated brighter, urging her onward. Inside, dust floated lazily in beams of moonlight from open windows. Resting upon a worn wooden table, sat a crown of thorns, radiating terrible power. The thorns gleamed like obsidian. It was hers. Her heart clenched. To take it would be to claim a destiny of glory and the burden of ruin. Her hands trembled at her sides. Was this what she was meant to become? A faint rustle behind her stole her attention, and the breath fled from her lungs.

she projected her voice, hiding any fear she had. “Then please, recite after me; As queen I will protect all wolves who need protection. I will bestow my advice and knowledge for all who need it. I will follow my mate, the King in all his endeavors.” Klara repeated the words, glancing to Marc every now and then to see his proud, warm smile. Elsbeth took the crown of intwined thin gold strands from her head, and placed it on Klara’s. Adelaide brought forth a gold handled dagger, although this one had a blue sapphire encrusted in the hilt. She handed it delicately to Elsbeth. She nodded subtly to Klara, who nodded back, she’d been warned about this part. Elsbeth nicked her palm, before passing

Sebastian and Dante occupied the back seat while Fred sat in the front seat and Leo in the driver's seat. "So...are you ready for a all-round tour of Coral Island?" Fred asked, mimicking a flight captain voice. "Yes, captain!" Fred and Leo's explanation of this island didn't do it justice. Dante couldn't wrap his head around how a single man can build this place this beautifully. Talk about massive residential and commercial structures. The island isn't lacking in the fun and food area either. The only word that could qualify the place is "PERFECT"

The sound dropped me to one knee. My hands flew to my head. Cassian’s blood, the Crown whispered. The Heart is open. Cassian staggered back, one hand pressed to his bleeding arm. The corpse crawled through the broken shield. Slowly now. Enjoying it. Its crown was not metal. It was fused bone, black thorns grown from its skull, dripping with shadow. Silver roots twisted around its ribs like veins. Beneath them, something moved in its chest, red and wet, beating where a heart should have been.

two fugitives bound by a ring and a dead man’s blessing. As we scrambled through the backyard, the cream lace—my wedding dress—snagged on a jagged thicket of thorns. I didn't stop. I pulled with everything I had, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing like a scream in the quiet of the old man's backyard. A long, jagged strip stayed behind, dancing on the thorns like a ghost. I didn't know why, but the sound felt like an omen. The 'legal shield' hadn't even lasted an hour before it was torn to shreds." As we hit the main road, the briefcase felt like a lead weight between us. We weren't just running for our lives anymore. We were running with the only evidence that could take the enemies dow

Skimming money from team events and dipping into company funds were practically standard practice. She thought hiding behind the title of Neel Corporation heiress made her untouchable. She never imagined the person she trusted most would be the one to expose her. The employees Violet had pushed around for years finally snapped. They surrounded her, anger boiling over. They grabbed her necklace, her rings, anything they could take as compensation. Violet begged them to stop, her face bruised and swollen, but all she got in return were more blows.

But the crown-whispers hinted personal seduction, allies converging with fever-bright eyes that set my flames on alert. Thorne stormed in first, feral energy crackling like a border gale, his betas gore-streaked from overnight abyss-scouts, amber gaze manic-hot and fixed on us with predatory hunger. “That delve shattered those guardians like brittle bone—howls feasted deep on their chitin rot! But my scrys sniff out the final crown now; its essence calls like fresh rut-scent on the wind, promising amplification unbound for packs and diads alike. What's the rut-plan, storm-flame duo? We amplify glory together—strike the abyss-veins swift, claim that crown for the forge before it tempts weaker