Crown Books For Young Readers Novels & Stories

Kael protested. "You need titles for formal occasions," she insisted. "Traditional or innovative?" Through the bond, we considered. "The Broken Crown," Lyra said suddenly. "That is what we are. Five pieces of what should be singular authority, shattered and reformed into something new." Silence. Then slow nods. "The Broken Crown," Queen Elara repeated, testing the phrase. "The Council of Five, known as the Broken Crown. I approve." She stood, and the Court stood with her.

Heat licked up my spine, and I fled to the kitchen before I did something reckless. The cups I had looked too tiny for their giant hands. I set the kettle to boil again and used my magic little box to summon a tea set for four that wouldn't look ridiculous in the hands of brawny men. I let Milo back inside, and he danced excitedly as I pulled out the things I'd need for sandwiches. I'd grown up with manly men, and tea cakes just wouldn't cut it. Roast beef, turkey, and ham sandwiches with cheese and vegetables would.

Meanwhile, in Camilla’s capital, scandals had been erupting one after another. Because they had been consuming low-quality, unrefined mineral salt for so long, newborn pups in the capital were suffering widespread deformities and dying young. As for the three royal mates she kept by her side, they had long since been softened and ruined by comfort. At this point, even facing Lorian the healer behind me, they probably wouldn’t last more than three moves.

“Daddy! Mommy! You’re both here!” Crown’s delighted voice carried through the air as he sprinted toward his parents. His small feet thudded against the pavement, the straps of his backpack bouncing slightly with each step. His golden eyes, full of innocence and excitement, locked onto Jade and Ceynol, who stood just beyond the school gate. Jade knelt, extending her arms. “Of course, sweetheart! We promised, didn’t we?” Crown flung himself into her embrace, his little arms wrapping tightly around her neck.

Once I read its title, I was able to release a breath I didn't know that I had been holding. ‘The Annals of the Crown’ was marked into the leather cover in a royal golden font along with some ancient inscriptions I wasn’t quite familiar with at the bottom. “It’s a book that traces your lineage?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. Zain shook his head. “It’s more than that. It holds the secrets of the crown as well, and I’ve been opportuned to go through this very book a good number of times to understand what Helene’s Mark entails, redhead.”

A book with a leather binding. No diamonds. No large sums of money. No secret weapons or blueprints. Just a book. I felt stupid for a moment. Then I reached in and took it out. The weight of it was substantial and firm. The spine was strengthened with old thread and the leather has become smooth with use and age. I had never seen a single crest stamped on a cover before. A crown, dagger and an ember. All three combined to form a single horrifying symbol. I took my place at the desk and got it open. and started reading.

The council chamber smelled of smoke and polished wood. Candles burned in tall brass holders along the walls, their light reflecting off the gilded edges of the maps spread across the table. The city of Valoria lay in miniature there, every district rendered in ink and precision, the heart of the kingdom marked by the symbol of the crown. Adrian sat at the head of the table, but he did not feel like its master. His fingers drummed against the wood while the nobles murmured around him, their voices a tangle of fear and calculation.

Five years have passed. In the heart of Northland, at the Vincent family's grand estate. I was perched at my desk in the study, sifting through the stack of papers that had come in that day. A steaming mug of cocoa sat nearby, William's daily creation. Five years had passed, and he had never broken the ritual. No matter his schedule, he always found time to whip up a cup of hot cocoa for me, then sat close by, watching as I took each sip.

The windows are massive and look out over a garden. And yet it’s the books that capture me. The oodles amounts of books. “Remarkable.” He says lowly. “She said it but I didn’t believe it.” I look up at the male to see him looking at me curiously. “Of everything in the room - the true gold decorations you could steal, the weapons on the desk you could have used against me, the breath taking view out of the window, the lavish clothing and jewels, looking at the possible exists, the looming male I front of you - out of all of that, it’s the books that intrigue you. The books you look at.”

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.