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When Tori was left alone with Lady M, the latter finally spoke, “So tell me, what is a noble lady doing here?” Tori took off her hood and sat comfortably. “Now, that isn’t the information we must be talking about. How about we start our conversation with the location of the Elysian Crown?” Lady M abruptly stood up from her seat due to shock from what she heard. Tori couldn’t blame her. After all, the Elysian Crown was why the original novel got the title ‘Thorny Crown.’

Her Fated Mate, her reason for surviving everything. It was not subservience. It was not a hierarchy. It was recognition — a living web knit of blood, bond, and belonging. Thorn lifted his left hand. From his palm rose a second light — not bright, but deep blue — the color of ancient wells before sunrise. It was not a shadow, but roots. The crown answered him. Its scrollwork thickened, threading deeper into form until it no longer looked summoned… …it looked revealed — like it had always been there, simply waiting to be seen.

The Grey-Walkers in the room surged toward me, their faceless heads tilted in a silent shriek. “Ting.” The sound was a whisper now, as if the Archivist were leaning directly against my ear. “Last chance, Little Crow. Once the ink hits the fire, the history of the Thorne and the Vance is rewritten. You will be a Duchess of nothing. The King will remember your face, but he will forget his debt to you.” "Good," I spat. "I'm tired of being a debt." I threw the Iron-Bound Book into the white flames.

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

The world seemed to slow itself down as I watched the wolves descend upon Nicolette in a flurry of fangs and claws before fangs sank into my neck. *** Sebastian's POV Blood, blood spilled down my throat, dripping onto the letter in front of me. For a moment, it was as if I couldn't breathe; a sudden fear gripped my throat, making any sounds die within it. Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong. I'd just received the letter from my colleague about the use of the thorn crown. It was the sigil for a pack, long since died out, that had recently come into practice again by a doomsday cult.

Not in life, but… *On a book cover. Memories, not her own, flooded her mind in a chaotic torrent. A name: **Lady Vivian Ashworth**. A title: Daughter of the Duke of Blackwood. A role: The villainess. The setting: The Kingdom of Aethelgard. The story: *The Prince's Rose*. A novel she’d read just last week – a sprawling, melodramatic historical romance filled with scheming nobles, star-crossed lovers, and one particularly vindictive, doomed antagonist: Lady Vivian Ashworth. Vivian staggered back, hitting the edge of the bed hard, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. *Transmigration. Isekai. Oh god, it’s real. I’m INSIDE the book. And I’m HER. The villainess.*

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

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he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs: