Crown Of Bones Novels & Stories

Looking around him, he noticed that it was a truly beautiful place, although due to its size it seemed lonely, he realized that apart from Keil, there was no one else. Near the place where he was sitting he noticed a simple, but elegant black cane, which was floating motionless a short distance away and on his legs as if he were waiting for its owner was a crown of grayish metal with three prongs, in The base of each of those prongs was a beautiful gem, the gems on each side being pure white and absolute black, the one in the center had all the colors of the rainbow and was slowly changing from one side to the other. tonality. He casually placed the crown on his head, but doing that was a te

Above them was a body of red water, flowing, suspended in the air, and taking the place of a sky. The light here had a red glow, instead of the golden glow of torches back in Ignas. There were different guards stationed at either side of the aisle, where Belladonna and, hopefully, Alaris, were. The throne was made of skeletons, that she almost missed the perso--creature sitting on them. His skin was white, hugging his bones a little too tightly, making his fingers look excessively long as he brushed a digit over his lips. His crown of bones was tipped on his head, over the blue flames that took place of his hair, and his eyes blazed blue. No pupils, just slant

Four guards hoisted a massive golden broadsword into view. It landed with a resounding thud on the stage, splitting the wooden floor. A gift from the Grim Reaper. "How's that for a showstopper? A grim reaper in solid gold?" My smile was serene, but my gaze was lethal. Dante clutched at his chest, his body slumping into the chair as he shook and pointed a trembling finger at me. "Damn you!" Marco, his face a mask of humiliation, snatched up the cake knife and lunged for me.

] I stared at the screen, my smirk growing colder by the second. I showed up at the meet-up right on time, dressed down in a hoodie and jeans, my face free of makeup. Bennett's eyes sparkled when he saw me, and he beckoned, "Harriet, come sit here." He was flanked by a gaggle of girls gazing at him in awe. Among them was Sophia, the daughter of Cornwell, a notorious kingpin, another notch on his belt from a life I wanted to forget. I took a seat next to her. When Bennett ducked out for coffee, I leaned over to Sophia, "So, what's your take on Bennett?"

Mason’s jaw tightened as he regarded his sister. “I did,” she responded, strolling in. “But I’m back. Obviously.” “And Kaden?” She stiffened, her eyes darkening. “What about him?” Mason didn’t press it. No one did. My eyes lingered on the little girl with her. She had pale blonde hair and eyes so white, they rivaled mine. I looked away. “The Crown of Thorns was not forged as a gift,” I went on, ignoring the pressure against my forehead. “It was wrought from divine wrath and bound with the breath of the goddess herself.

“We have a true Luna, the first Mooncrest has seen in over three hundred years. All hail the Luna.” “All hail, true Luna.” Everyone repeats, the chants are not loud enough, but I’ll take it, I accept it all. Kingston puts his hand put and I go to him, once again standing beside him. The final part of the ceremony comes, Alpha Dante comes forward with Luna Estelle, he is holding the symbol of rights and leadership. Alpha Dante places a crown on Kingston’s head, it’s not made of jewels, it’s made of bones. Bones believed to have been removed from the bodies of our founding fathers, and fused together in harmony with five sharp points, and runes on each point.

Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass. Sebastian let out a short, contemptuous laugh. His polished, hand-made leather shoe came down, pinning Lorenzo’s palm to the floor with agonizing precision. "The head of the family? Lorenzo, you seem to have forgotten who anointed you to that seat. In this city, what I bestow, I can reclaim whenever I please." Pinned and helpless, Lorenzo twisted his head, staring up at me with eyes saturated in pure venom. "Joanna, you make me sick. I can't believe how fast you crawled into the Don’s bed."

Dad says. " Well, I thought you would've known by now, where she goes, I go." Drew says and smirks. Kai scoffs and Dad slowly opens the box, the glow evading and escaping the box. "Is that a crown?!" I exclaim. It looks like a golden crown made of structures that I can't recognise. " This is a crown made of the first vampire, your ancestors." Kai replies. " What do you mean, made of?" " It was made from their bones. It stores their powers to help the future generations rule if they don't have an heir by blood. " Drew says.

Not made for a princess in some golden court. It was raw. Brutal. Majestic. The Dead Queen’s Crown. Forged not from gold, but blackened bone and molten silver, the crown shimmered wetly under the moonlight as though freshly unearthed from the ruins of time. Its spires curled like claws, sharp and predatory, and nestled in the hollows of its jagged design pulsed a faint red light, dim, but alive, like a heartbeat. Like waiting for breath. Thorne’s voice dropped to a reverent hush. “No one has touched it in over a hundred years. It burned the last heir who tried. Burned him through the skull.”

Lira asked. “To guard what was left behind,” Maeve replied. “To test whoever dares enter.” The stairs ended abruptly at a vast stone chamber. The air here was colder, sharp with the scent of dust and old magic. Columns lined the walls, each carved with faces—wolf and human, ancient and regal. At the center stood a pedestal. On it, a single object. A crown. But not of gold or silver. It was forged from bone and flame-stone, delicate and sharp, still glowing with the faintest ember of light. It thrummed with power.