Crown Of Feathers Series Novels & Stories

I didn’t want anyone to see me after what I was about to do, so carefully, I hold the crown and take it out of the box. What a mistake. The moment I grabbed it, that moment I dropped it. Covering my mouth in fear, I back away from the object. My body trembles, and my mind kept replaying what I just saw. Somehow, the moment I had the crown in my hands, flashbacks of a kingdom being destroyed appear in my mind. It was so bloody that it made me feel like I was the one being killed.

“This is Elias losing control of the narrative.” The data wasn’t chaotic. It was structured. Layered. Almost educational. Like someone was teaching the world how the machine really worked. And then came the third break. The call. Not to me. To the world. Every screen flickered. Phones. Tablets. Billboards. News stations. A single symbol appeared: a black crown splitting in two. Then Caspian’s face. No distortion. No filters. No shadows. Just him, looking directly into the camera. “My name is Caspian Zane,” he said calmly. “And the world you live in is a lie.”

Axel moves from just to the side of me to be fully by my side, Alpha Isaac's young daughter walks up next and stops between us with a pillow in her hands and on that pillow is sitting a beautiful Crystal Crown, with the same flower and feather made up with the emerald and yellow diamonds around the bigger white diamond, It matches the Crystal Ring already on my finger. Axel turns slightly towards her and picks up the crown with both hands. I curtsy slightly and allow him to place it on my head. As soon as it is in place, I feel the same feeling run through me that did when he placed the ring on my finger. The only difference this time is it was followed by another sharp pain running through

There’s an eclectic mix of rings on almost every finger and a simple chain around their neck with a small pendant that Celine can’t identify from here. Their black hair is tied in tight cornrows with feathers at the ends of each of them. The feathers are also decorated with small bits of gold wire that catch the light as they talk animatedly to George. The feathers are a mix of teal, dark blue, black, white and orange. They also have large earrings that look like they’re made of wood in a spiral that goes through their ears. She turns back to the group to see that Greyson’s drooling gently. Seb grunts and nudges him. “Babe!” Greyson chuckles and wipes his face taking a sip of his drink, then

Evelyn was gone. Lira knelt beside him, dazed, blood streaking her face. “The Crown’s gone,” she said weakly. “Everything… it’s gone.” Kael rose slowly, staring at the cracked altar. In its place lay only ash and a single golden feather, still warm. He picked it up, holding it close. “No,” he whispered. “She’s not gone. She’s just… beyond reach.” The mountain trembled faintly beneath them, not in anger, but in relief.

Hopping the answer would be yes, I flipped to the introduction, the much-needed hope fluttering in my chest as I read. “From their temple origins to their violent renaissance in the Bloody War that birthed Henosis, Crowns of Shame have a complex past mixed with hope and cruelty alike. Despite its variety of intents and shapes, one thing remains the same throughout its history: the scar-tissue that defines it.” I flipped through the book, deterred by the word “scar-tissue”. I stopped at a page with a grotesque image of a man on his knees as someone carved a line across his forehead.

It was quiet, so quiet if i was to gulp loudly, the whole room would hear it. The elder reached for the spectres on a red cushion placed on a wooden table and handed each of us to hold. "As Alpha Adrian's mate, his Luna, in blood, flesh and air, you will rise as the Queen of Cosmos Kingdom when I place this crown on your head." The elders thick voice announced. With my head bent low, I waited as the elder placed Adrian's crown on his head before reaching for my crown and gently placing it on mine. The crown was heavy, it was made out of pure gold and diamonds. I kept my neck straight, giving support to my head and allowed myself to get accustomed to the heaviness.

I turned back to the two old ministers, and fear crept into my chest. My hands began to shake. I closed my eyes. Then I heard a voice in my head. Remember, if you want to serve a royal family a drink, never be scared or in a hurry, or you'll fail. Breathe in and out. Put your left hand on your stomach, use your right hand to carry the drink, and lift it a little. Straighten your back and look toward where your service is needed. Never let yourself be distracted, no matter what. That's how a royal palace maid behaves.

"I was in the middle of a hit. This better be good." "We are all in charge," Modern Vespera sighed. "We are all Vespera." "That's a lot of ego for one room," Mafia Vespera noted, eyeing the Fantasy Queen’s crown. "Nice hat, sweetheart. Compensating for something?" "It is the Crown of Sorrow," Fantasy Vespera hissed, her eyes flaring. "Show respect, or I will turn your blood to ash." "Try it, Toots," Mafia Vespera racked the bolt of her Tommy gun. "My Chicago Typewriter writes in lead."

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.