Crown Books For Young Readers Novels & Stories

Windsor aka one of the Crown Boys). This author also has more stories under his belt including Taming The Wild Alpha, The Wolf Prince, Lone Wolf, Bound to the Demon King, and many others. Feel free to check those out, you might end up finding something you like and enjoy! Have a grand day and stay safe! Yours, A. R.

"The fourth is related to literature, right?" She seemed annoyed at me. Then I sensed someone hands something to her. "Indeed. I chose a book that all the girls on the Trials read. The name is 'Tears to a Crystal Bloom'," Avy once told me that was the Crown Prince's favorite book. "Have you read it?" "Years ago, yes," she seems determined to make me fail this one.

Obviously the library. Frost wandered around the library. Trying to find a useful book to read. "World of Mages and Supernaturals. This one." "Royal Family of Esperanza Kingdom." Frost brought the two books she has found towards the brown couch. She sat down and started reading the first book she found.

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Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

Her boots crunched glass, the paperweight sweaty in her other hand. His eyes dropped to the key, that grin stretching wider. “That little thing. Opens something your dad stashed away. Worth more than this rotting heap.” He waved at the estate, the storm screaming outside like it was backing him up. “You don’t even know what it’s for, do you?”

Zara’s POV We arrived at the pack’s courtyard, and I could feel all eyes on me. I felt like the ground should just swallow me. I walked to the vacant seat near him, and that’s when I realized this was the alpha king who was visiting. The cloak that was draped around me belonged to him, and he was the one who saved me from Jeremy.

Curiosity led to a shelf and she grabbed the first book that made its way into her hand. “The Five Sages,” She read the title. She opened the first page. “Hi,” Roxie let out a little scream and she dropped the book in shock but a hand grabbed it and she met the striking brown eyes of a boy with two huge glasses at the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” the boy immediately apologized. “I'm Cein, Rune's younger brother, I help keep the library clean,” Roxie smiled at the cute way he adjusted his glass and bit his lip nervously while staring shyly at the floor as if he was before his crush. “I'm Roxie,”

Until she finds comfort in the darkness that envelopes her. She can still remember the first time her parents laid their hands on her when she was nine years old. Her parents were always absent from her life, and the maids who were taking care of her kept saying not to enter the attic. But because she was curious, she went there and saw the crown that the queens wear. Since then, she kept sneaking out in the middle of the night to try it. Imagining all things that fairytales on the book keep saying. However, one night, while wearing the heavy crown, it slipped into her head. She watched in horror as the crown fell to the floor. Some of the jewels fell as well. When her parents found out, tha

"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."