Crown Of Feathers Series Novels & Stories

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

They left and didn’t even notice that the brooches—worn only by grooms—had slipped out of their pockets and fallen to the floor. The light reflecting off the brooches was blinding to the eyes. They were busy spending a passionate night with their new mates, obviously. That was why Scott did not even bother taking the time to read the document. The document was titled: Pup Disownment Agreement. I looked down and chuckled. Then, I wept. With it, my pup would no longer have any connection with Scott. I could love a person dearly, but I could also let go of them just as easily.

They seized Lorenzo by the shoulders, driving their knees with bone-crushing force into the back of his joints. With a heavy thud, the once-mighty Head of the Family crashed onto the hard marble floor. Lorenzo thrashed, trying to force himself up, but a guard pinned his neck down, grinding his face against the freezing tiles. "Let me go! I’m the head of the Corleone family! You bastards, how dare you treat me like this!" He howled, stripped of every shred of dignity. Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass.

“Could it be tied to the thing in your chest?” She considered the question before answering. “Not directly. I don’t think the crowns made this.” “But?” “But I think whatever is doing this knows how to use old systems.” He let that sit. “That’s not better.” “No.” Celeste reached for the crow again and examined the feathers near the neck. There was a tiny distortion there, just enough to catch her eye. Not damage. Placement. As if someone had arranged the body rather than merely killed it. Her fingers paused over the feathers.

Talia, the gray-feathered hawk flew as soon as Tori held the crown. The moment she raised the crown using her right hand to Prince Cory's head, her red eyes never left Prince Lauren's gaze. Crowing the second prince, she's declaring who owned the new emperor. THE MOMENT that the crown laid atop Prince Corean's head perfectly like it was made for him. Tori saw how the noble faction created a diversion when the majority of the royal knights leaped from the royal family's audience area towards the podium where Tori and the crowned Prince Cory were standing. "They are using the hidden passage just you as you guessed, Cory," Tori affirmed to Cory.

All exhaled sudden shock, and Nora bubbled in anger at hearing these sayings, yet Indigo didn’t stop her explanation, “Our queen hasn’t used her wings ever since the departure of our king.” Enerva replied in an enthusiastic tone, “So, those feathers belong to the Crown Prince!” Enerva jumped in joy, “Oh, what a thoughtful insight she has to impress him. She is wearing his feathers as her outfit. What a famous notion she has! Now I admire her more.” Zerena, the blonde bride in a crimson outfit, showed her disapproval with knitted brows. “Shut it, Enerva. Are you not worried that the crown prince might choose her over us?”

Thick brown wings with dangerous looking talons bordering it flapped behind him, causing his brown hair to fly about his face. "'Tis nigh impossible, my liege. The crown never moves until the Lord is dead. 'Tis the way of things." Lord Vas let go of my hand and stroked his bare chin with it. "Aye Ferrin. So we thought, until this morn. Allow me to show you."He said and snapped his fingers. The sound of metal clashing against glass filled the air and i craned my neck in the direction of it. I sucked in breath sharply as did everyone else around me. A transparent rectangular box made of glass was being carried in by a man who seemed to have a problem with it, since it was moving. Not

Chapter 71" Broken Crowns Avyanne pov The yacht's deck steadily empty. Guests left, leaving behind confetti and half-empty champagne flutes. The fairy lights overhead created long shadows, making the night seem darker than usual. As my world spun out of control, I stood at the railing, the cool metal bringing me back down. The water lapped gently against the yacht's hull, a rhythmic sound that should have been relaxing. Instead, it felt like a countdown, with each wave pushing me closer to a moment I simultaneously desired and feared. I fingered the dainty crown set on my head, still not believing it was there. The metal was warm now, having absorbed my body heat during the long hours of the

"But now there are two heiresses—Ms. Crone and Ms. Larson. Who will wear the Aetheris Crown?" The black-clad bodyguard presented the crown before Horace and Brittany. Jessica's eyes shone brightly. Since she was the Larson family's heiress, she was confident that the crown belonged to her. Wendy couldn't possibly compete with her!

The words landed heavily. Then the Third Crown pulsed. Truth. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava immediately pointed. Then: "I hate him already." Then Henry adjusted his glasses. Then: "What's his Crown?" Valen's expression darkened. Then: "The Crown of Dominion." Silence. Then Thomas felt something. The First Crown reacted. Authority. The Fourth Crown reacted. Resolve. Then Valen nodded. Then: "The Crown of Dominion is a corrupted twin of your Crown of Authority."