Crown Of Creation Bloodstained Novels & Stories

Even I couldn’t tear my eyes away; she was breathtaking. She took her place beside me, her face glowing with a soft smile as she waved to the crowd. “Let’s begin.” I turned to face the crowd again. “We’d start by making her a member of The Royal Crest Pack. After which we shall proceed with the coronation.” A maid stepped forward, holding a ceremonial knife and a bowl made with gold. My Gamma, Tom, took the knife, slicing his palm and allowing his blood to drip into the bowl. He passed the knife to Beta Kade, who repeated the gesture, letting his blood mix with Tom’s in the bowl. Finally, the bowl and knife were handed to me. I made a clean cut across my palm, watching as my blood joined wit

The echo around us dropped. It did not vanish completely, but it weakened sharply, as something had cut into its source. I felt it through the bond with Faye, the sudden strain, the flicker of instability. “What did you do?” I demanded, even as I kept moving. Korran’s eyes darkened with something that looked dangerously close to satisfaction. “This crown is older than your bloodline,” he said. “It was made to bind what you carry.” The words hit harder than any strike.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

"I overheard the other girls talk about it in the hallway, I got the recap of it." "Help a girl out?" She asked. "He has three younger brothers and one sister," I said to her. "The current King's name is Carrick, his wife's name is Mayela." "Yeah, that seems like the important parts." She looked out of the window for a few seconds. "The guy's name is Sebastian right?" I started laughing. "Yeah." I answered. A few tables over I heard the redheaded girl sigh loudly, clearly annoyed by our ignorance. Tessa seemed to notice it too and raised her cup of coffee.

she projected her voice, hiding any fear she had. “Then please, recite after me; As queen I will protect all wolves who need protection. I will bestow my advice and knowledge for all who need it. I will follow my mate, the King in all his endeavors.” Klara repeated the words, glancing to Marc every now and then to see his proud, warm smile. Elsbeth took the crown of intwined thin gold strands from her head, and placed it on Klara’s. Adelaide brought forth a gold handled dagger, although this one had a blue sapphire encrusted in the hilt. She handed it delicately to Elsbeth. She nodded subtly to Klara, who nodded back, she’d been warned about this part. Elsbeth nicked her palm, before passing

"So much happened today and we cannot keep the pack in the dark especially since we lost some of our own. Amaris might choose to attack Blazepelt soon, it is one of the biggest packs." "Anabelle and I will arrange for the pack meeting and send the word out," Cora gave a small smile to Anabelle who was silent and thinking hard about everything that was happening. She still could not believe that Amaris had created her but all the events had proven to her that indeed she was created by the evil being that had cursed her mate's great-grandfather.

“The blood of a Primordial freely given is the only key. But if the giver is at war with themselves, the lock will crush them.” I stared at him, breathing hard. The blood still dripped from my eyes. This was the price. The Crown of Ashes. It wasn’t just a symbol—it was a living thing, forged from blood and sacrifice, and it had been waiting for me to pay the debt it demanded. --- Kael’s hand was hot on my face. He cupped my cheeks, tilting my head until I looked at him. His eyes were dark with fear, but his hands were steady.

Bardolph attacked Lobo, but bound warriors crashed between them, and the courtyard exploded into snarls before Conri’s command froze Northridge blades. “Stop!” I shouted, and my voice carried enough royal blood that even several Blackfang warriors stumbled beneath it. The servant’s blood crawled toward the crown like a thin red thread, and my sister watched it with horror and longing fighting across her face. Otsana threw silver dust across the thread, breaking it before the crown could drink fully, but the damage had already begun. “The crown tasted unwilling blood,” Otsana said, looking at me as if the night had just become shorter.

Damien sat across from her and said they needed to talk. Elena didn’t know how. If his father had killed hers, then everything between them was stained by blood neither of them could wash away. Damien told her he understood. He swore he had nothing to do with Antonio’s death. He had believed the Morettis were responsible. If Vincent had orchestrated this, then he had manipulated both of them, creating a situation where Damien looked like a savior while quietly consolidating power. It was exactly the kind of long game Vincent Cross excelled at.

1. The Shadow Crown Burns The Shadow Crown sat heavy on Ava’s head, colder than steel, yet thrumming with heat that pulsed beneath her skin. It wasn’t a crown forged by goldsmiths or royal decrees. It was made of blood. Of betrayal. Of truths too old to be remembered. As the altar burned with fireless flame, the world tilted. The five heirs knelt before her—but Rowan’s bow was slower, his movements hollow. His gaze never left hers.