Crown Of Blood And Ruin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I replied. I was dead sure the host knew what Allen wanted to do, considering how the ceremony should have gone. Or it might be the fact that he has a complete lack of control of the ceremony. With that, I left the trophy as a reminder of his failure. I lost interest in the rest of the event and texted my family about Allen's public mess. I supposed the Walters would not need our family's support anymore. The Walters were not exactly a big deal in the capital city. Allen would have never been my fiance if not for the connection between our old folks. He had enjoyed the perks of being connected to our family, and he thought he could just walk away from it.

Auntie said in fear as she pointed to the box that was now placed not far from us while it was open. Uncle went to Auntie while Eliot went to where the box was, he took the dress that was in the box and it was full of blood. I could see the paleness of his face because of what he saw. That's right, be afraid and vent your anger so that I can witness how an Eliot Hunter Hamilton was hurt who killed his own son. I could see how his hand was wrapped around the clothes he was holding and I could not escape the sight of his tears while his eyes were emotionless. "DAMN WHO F*UCKING DID THIS ?!" He shouted so angrily that I almost jumped because I had just seen him squint his eyes and look like a f

Author’s note: Ruined(Eternal Monarch) contains details of the following subjects: Abuse, loss, trauma, suicide. Recovery from trauma and emotional relapse. If you are easily triggered by any of the following mentioned subjects. Do not read ahead for your mental health. Throughout the novel, there are a lot of strong languages. If you are not comfortable with all the foregoing, please do not enter. This is not a novel for the faint of heart. There are numerous triggers in the book.

He took a moment to stare at it, a sadness filling his emerald eyes as he traced his thumb across the tiny rubies that had been encrusted into the golden branches. He placed the crown on Alora's head, taking a step back from us. "I, Erik Bloodstone, hereby step down from the throne and give it to Damon Bloodstone and Alora Elwood." His voice rang out into the room. Magic filled the space igniting around us as the ribbon wrapped around mine, and Alora's hands started to glow. The light grew brighter and brighter, consuming the ribbon entirely.

she muttered as if Princess Natalia was just in front of her. Feeling a warm liquid slowly running down her upper lip, she wiped it off with the back of her hand. She thought that it was probably just sweat but when she saw her hand, it was crimson red. It was probably due to the impact she received from the head-bang. Her exhaustion started to crawl into every part of her body, making her almost drop to her knees. But she did not want to stop so she used the bloodstained sword to support her weight as she tried to balance herself and remain standing. Still catching her breath, her eyes settled on the pavilion. Though, she started to wonder why the princess had not yet come out even after t

He raised his hand, and the valley fell into a sudden, expectant silence. ​"The era of the Surrogate is over!" Kaelen’s voice projected across the hills, amplified by the natural magic of the peaks. "The era of the Blood-Debt is buried in the ash! Today, we do not crown a woman because of a contract. We crown a Luna because she saved the soul of every pack in this land!" ​He took the white-steel crown from the box. He turned to Elara and dropped to one knee. ​The Great King, the Black Winter, the White Wolf of Ruin—he knelt before the daughter of a traitor. He offered up the crown not as a gift, but as a plea.

Dark-red energy flooded the battlefield. Then the giant slowly bowed its head toward Valen. Then: "HEIR OF RUIN." Silence. Then: "YOUR FEAR IS CONQUERED." The Fifth Crown detached itself from the giant's chest. Everyone watched. Breathless. Then the Fragment floated toward Valen. Slowly. Then Valen froze. Immediately. Then: "No." The group stared. Then: "What?" Valen stepped backward. Then: "No." Again. Then: "I don't want it."

Aunt and other Lycan leaders did the same, then finally me. She cut my hand, and I bled into the bowl filled with blood. She dropped the golden bowl on a table, and she closed her eyes, performing magic. The blood came out of the bowl, and I watched as they twirled to my crown. The blood was around my crown, and then it was gone. I looked at the crown, which was just a plain gold crown before, but now there are red gems on it, but it’s not gems; it’s mixed blood. This is to remind me of my promise whenever I wear the crown. She carried the crown, and I closed my eyes as she walked to me. The song increased, and the atmosphere changed as she placed the crown slowly on my head. My heart beat l

Tonight was supposed to be the first calm Friday in forever: no revenants, no Hollow Choir remnants, no oni trying to drag me into a drinking contest under the bleachers. I’m in my room, door locked, chemistry notes spread out like a losing battle. I’m re-drawing the same Vinča symbol on my palm for the 2,114th time (healing wipes it clean every morning, same old routine). Then the bloodstone cracks. A tiny, perfect fracture right down the center. A single drop of liquid starlight (not blood) beads up and rolls down my forehead onto my open textbook. The Crown HUD flickers once. CROWN INTEGRITY: 10 / 47

“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.