Crown Books For Young Readers Novels & Stories

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

*********** I sat alone in our bedroom, staring into the dying fire. The clock on the mantel chimed softly and stopped at ten. He had been gone for over an hour. I picked up the book resting on my lap for what felt like the hundredth time. I hadn’t made it past the first page. Every creak of the floorboards made my heart leap. Every gust of wind against the windows made me think he was coming back. My wolf paced restlessly inside me. “Go to him.” She urged me. “No.” I said immediately.

The unborn child already had a name. Then the first Blood Feather book opened by itself, and the first page showed a drawing of a baby wearing two crowns.

She tiptoed towards him, she extended her hand and she was about to get the book when it was too late because the book had already fallen. It creates a sound, she looks at the prince if he wakes up but he's not. She continued to get the book, she bent and held it. She picked up the book and was about to stand straight when she saw the crown prince's face, she stopped and then looked at him. His legs cross, he looks so elegant in his royal black suits. His hair was down and messy, it's her first time seeing his hair messy. Usually he's hair is well styled, his lips are pinkish. Damn did he use something on his face? Why is he so blessed? Hope all are blessed by the above, he has this face tha

When I finished the main column and set my finger on the initials at the bottom, E and S entwined with A, he decided the moment had ripened. "You are charming," he said, voice pitched to travel, disgust on a leash. "Pirates always are. They tell stories because their hands don't stand up in daylight. But stories are not law. The crown's seal is law." He lifted a paper of his own, thick, smug, ribboned. "By authority of Her Majesty the Queen, of whom this town is very fond, we declare these documents forgeries, concocted by felons to disrupt a sacred Conclave."

The way the twins were so determined to make her happy. Jaxon slid a plate of pancakes in front of Brielle. “Eat,” he murmured. “You’re going to need strength.” Brielle gave him a look. “For the craft chaos?” “For parenting twins,” he corrected. Rose suddenly held up the crown with a proud gasp. “It’s done!” Lily clapped. “Mommy crown!” The crown was… something. It was slightly crooked. Completely covered in glitter. A little damp from too much glue. There were stickers attached that said “#1 MOM” and “SUPERHERO” and one sticker that just said “WOW.”

With gestures, not words. I sat on the bed slowly and unwrapped it. A new book. Thick, bound in leather, smelling expensive, old, and important at the same time. ‘The Silent Crown.’ I ran my thumb over the title and shook my head. He picked perfectly. Always perfect. His love may be feral, dark, filthy with hunger and violence—but his gifts? They were thoughtful. Personal. Intimate. I opened the book and started reading. Not because I cared about the story.

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.

I felt as though I had stepped into a dream. As I walked down the aisle, I ran my fingertips along the spines of the books, feeling the smooth leather and the raised letters of their titles. The air was heavy with the scent of musty pages and wood polish. I slipped out a brown book from the shelves and gazed at the title. It read, 'the lion and the crown.' the title drew me in, but I could not spend my time reading this book. I had a goal. I walked further down the aisle until I read the centre of the room.