Crown Falls Novels & Stories

They argued. Children ran between market stalls. For several seconds, I forgot why we had come. Then the ground shook. Every person stopped. A crack appeared in the sky. The same black darkness that had followed us through countless worlds spread across the horizon. Screams erupted. "They're here!" "Close the gates!" "The Crown is failing!" My heart stopped. The Crown. Wesley looked toward me. "You heard that too." I nodded. At the center of the city stood an enormous palace.

The gallery is on the ground floor. If the art work on the hallway is magnificent the art work in this gallery is breath takibg. Images and sculpture of howling wolf, vases, bowl, figurines, picture of past alphas and luna, jewelries and what stands out in all of this artworks was crown station in the middle of the gallery. Reading the description of the crown written on a plate beside the crown. It reads. 'The crown of the fallen King, alpha king Cain 1703_till date'.

“That’s not true—” “Isn’t it?” Cassian stood, his body vibrating with barely controlled rage. “Because from where I’m sitting, in this cell, listening to you fuck someone else, it feels very much like it’s true. It feels like you chose the crown. And I have to sit here and wonder if you ever actually loved me, or if I was just a convenient secret. A man to hide with until someone better came along.” Daemon felt something in his chest shatter into irreparable pieces.

The white crown followed me. The ancient king raised his hand. The palace walls stopped collapsing. “You believe you can reject both sides?” “I don't need to belong to either side.” Ian looked at me. “What are you doing?” “Choosing us.” The black crown suddenly flew from above him. The white crown flew from above me. Both crowns collided in the air. A violent explosion of light and darkness swept across the valley. Ian was thrown backward. I fell to the ground. When I opened my eyes, the crowns were gone.

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

**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 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.