Crown Falls Mga Nobela at Kwento

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 “Do you think they will ever wake up?” My voice came out quieter than expected as I stood near the massive glass windows overlooking the kingdom beneath us. Even after two weeks here, this place still didn’t feel real sometimes. Huge mountains surrounded the kingdom beautifully while glowing rivers cut through the lands like something straight out of fantasy movies. Giant silver towers stood proudly beneath the night sky while thousands of lights glowed across the city below. Beautiful. Peaceful.

“But the King…” A long pause followed. The glowing face slowly turned toward Alessio. ”…has not.” The light faded. Leaving behind a single object floating above the altar. A crown. Not made of gold. Not silver. Forged entirely from crystal. The Crystal Crown of the First King. No one dared touch it. Because carved into its inner rim… Were seven words. “Only one brother may wear this crown.” The three brothers looked at one another. The war they had been fighting was over.

**PROJECT CROWNLESS — STATUS: ACTIVE** The smile that curved his lips was slow, deliberate. “Crowns fall,” he said softly. “But thrones?” He watched the screen, eyes sharp. “They’re always waiting.”

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

The crown isn’t just settling now. It’s waking up.

The words landed heavily. Then the Third Crown pulsed. Truth. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava immediately pointed. Then: "I hate him already." Then Henry adjusted his glasses. Then: "What's his Crown?" Valen's expression darkened. Then: "The Crown of Dominion." Silence. Then Thomas felt something. The First Crown reacted. Authority. The Fourth Crown reacted. Resolve. Then Valen nodded. Then: "The Crown of Dominion is a corrupted twin of your Crown of Authority."

Without my mother’s help, I would not be kneeling here ready to become Queen. “As I place this crown onto you, Isabella Nightlock, I crown thee Alpha Queen to the werewolf nation of Canada.” My father finalizes the coronation, the weight of the crown being placed on top of my head. It is heavier than I expected since the crown is made of white gold and moonstones. I had seen the concept art before and listened to how the designer explained the intricate design of the moon in its many phases. I fell in love with the design at first glance, the last of five being shown to me two years before my coronation, as the crown would have to be constructed for today. To now wear something meant for me

"The scent of cheap whiskey and rot-gut moonshine doesn't suit a fallen Ashford, Lyra." Alpha Tristan Crowne stood silhouetted against the reinforced glass of the Crowne Dominion Tower, his back to me. The city lights of the Cheshire Territory flickered like dying embers below us.