Crown Of Blood Novels & Stories

But it was not made of jewels—it was forged from an inactive metal derived from the Blue Dragon Virus. “Wear it,” she said. “It will stabilize your blood pressure and connect your child directly to the palace’s defense system.” I placed the crown on my head. A powerful surge ran through my body. My vision sharpened. I could now see through the palace walls. And far in the forest— Hundreds of black vehicles were approaching. Rohing Singh struck the floor with his staff. “Soldiers of the Moreno Empire—awaken! Your queen has returned!” A deep rumble rose from beneath the palace.

His blood dropped inside the pot, and he took his mate's hands gently and cut the tip of her index finger. As her blood dropped to his blood in the pot, the mixture of blood turned white before it evaporated away, making all the creatures bow and holler with excitement, "long live the King and Queen." Alex collected the crown from Destiny and showed it to the people before turning to Nadazhda, then crowned it on her as the people screamed excitedly.

“What exactly is the Bone Crown?” The elder’s eyes shifted to her—sharp, assessing. “The Crown of the Dark Oath. The twin to the Marrow Throne. One forged not from sacrifice but from betrayal.” The snow hissed as though offended. Malachai’s jaw tightened. “The Oath has two halves. Light and dark. Balance and blood. Magnus tried to twist the former. The latter… no one has controlled it for centuries.” Cassian flicked snow from his coat. “Great. So we’re up against something historical and homicidal.”

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

Eliana asked with furrowed brows and my expression darkened. “They should now be aware that you are indeed a blood wolf. And I am already suspecting the worst” I said, my voice full of malice. I hated those people to the core, they had been one of those that caused me unimaginable pain when I arrived at this pack to claim my throne and birthright. “But.. I'm not a threat to them, at least not yet” I smirked at Eliana's words before bumping her nose fondly. “I like that word… yet” I said and her face reddened as she bit her lip softly and my mind instantly went to the movement.

They chose something simple and elegant that still felt special. The night before the ceremony, Elena felt a sharp cramp low in her abdomen. At first she ignored it, assuming it was normal. Then it happened again, stronger. When she went to the bathroom and saw blood, her heart stopped. She woke Damien and explained what was happening as calmly as she could. He was already getting dressed before she finished speaking. Guards followed them to the hospital while Elena prayed the entire drive. When the doctor entered the room, her expression gave the answer before she spoke.

Cas’s demeanor was inscrutable, her gaze piercing as she regarded Esmeray with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny. “Today, we will conduct a test to determine if you are truly Averrant,” Cas explained, her tone unwavering. “Please extend your arm for the blood sample.” Esmeray hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with questions. Being Averrant was not just a matter of identity; it carried with it a weight of responsibility and power that she was not sure she was ready for. Nevertheless, she knew that this test was necessary, a crucial step in her journey to uncovering the truth about herself and her place in the world.

No one had witnessed such a phenomenon in centuries, and even the oldest members of the court looked as though they had stepped into a forgotten legend. High Priestess Selene slowly approached the throne, her gaze never leaving the crown. “This has never happened during my lifetime,” she said quietly. “According to the oldest records, the Blood Crown awakens only when it chooses to judge someone worthy of the throne. It cannot be commanded, and it cannot be deceived.” Master Orion nodded in agreement. “The crown was forged long before the Night Empire itself. Every king has worn it, but only a handful have ever seen it awaken. If it has chosen to judge Lady Nyx, then refusing the trial is no

I say. "Or beautiful as you're," Cara says. "You believe that the great crown is the reason she cares about you? She could just drain your blood and keep it instead." She unfortunately has a point. Queen Rowena could choose to only keep my blood if it can unlock the powers of the crown. Instead she lets me sleep in her own bed. She is however terrifying when upset. I am about to answer Cara's question when a raw scream from the Chambers of the main palace cuts through the air like thunder.