Novel & Cerita Crown Of Feathers Series

3rd person perspective It must be quite a sight to behold. The Crown Prince of the Wolves; The Leader of the Vamps; The Second Born Princess of The Wolves; The Witch Queen and The Gremlin General marching at the head of an army. They emerge from the forest and March down the hill towards an awaiting band of Angels. The army holts and Roy steps forward. “We wish to speak to The Daemonium.” His voice carries across the valley. Black shadows form around the training grounds and from them rises a Fae Male.

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

There was a screeching sound in the air and a purple-colored metallic feather flew out. An elite used all his strength and slashed, hoping to stop the metallic feather. But before he could even connect the attack, his body was motionless as he collapsed on the ground. After that figure collapsed, several figures appeared at the window. Seven was leading a few more bodyguards with the Royal Flush in hand, making another attack. As more metallic feathers were fired, several elites collapsed on the ground again as they lost their lives. The man in the robe cursed under his breath as he wanted to retreat. But before he could, a metallic feather appeared on his forehead.

] 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?"

After finishing the agreement signing, the ministers and chancellors of Vampiria left first and Xavier with his soldiers stay back for the wedding and they will leave after the wedding is done. Back in Tara's room, she was listening well to the girls who were busy teaching her few things about Vampiria. Like how the vampires aren't allowed to drink from the human's neck unless the human agrees, there are special human who give out their blood to the royal family from time to time. Meaning that only the royal family can feed from the human's neck but only from those human selected to be feeders for the royal family. Also that Xavier has three brothers who are mean and nasty, also each prince

“I promise.” Promises were easy to make, but keeping them was another matter. ********* Just before sunset, the guards announced that the breeder had arrived. My heart sank. I stood beside Kael in the entrance hall as the heavy doors opened. A young woman stepped inside. She couldn’t have been more than twenty. Golden curls framed a delicate face, and her pale blue dress hung loosely over her slender figure. She looked around nervously before lowering her gaze. “So this is the Alpha’s breeder,” one of the elders murmured.

Mira looked at the dress. She looked at my mother. She pressed her hand to her mouth again. "I told you not to," I said. "I'm not crying," she said. "I'm just—" She stopped. She looked at the ceiling. She looked back at the dress. "It's the same crest. It's the exact same crest she wore three hundred years ago and you're going to wear it in two weeks in front of five hundred wolves and the Alpha King who built an evidence case to give it back to you." She breathed through her nose again. "I'm not crying. I'm simply experiencing a significant emotional response."

Behind her great wings unfurled in sweeping arcs of ruby and white-gold, their feathers catching shards of sapphire and amber so that every movement of the sunlight made them appear ready to lift from the glass itself. Upon her brow rested no crown of metal. Flame. Three great tongues of fire rose above her head, intertwined so elegantly they formed a crown that appeared to burn without ever consuming itself. The Queen did not look gentle. She looked impossible to defeat. "...Aurelia." The name escaped Adelaide as little more than a breath.