Crown Of Feathers Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just then, the television displayed the most infuriating headline, ‘Junior-senior charity gala begins today, and on the menu, we might have the most chaotic, dramatic event to exist. Nora Feathers shall go against multiple female students, including the queen herself, Lydia, in bidding for an exclusive date with the king of Riverbrooke, the captain of the Ravens, Asher Collins. Are y’all excited….I certainly am! Serena was at work, and it only further aggravated my nerves.

I’m determined to beat whatever this. And now it was time to welcome my unbonded guardians officially — time to bind them to me and the others. Dressed in gold and purple silk gown. I wore my hair in two braids down my back wrapped in gold and purple ribbons. A sheer white veil covered my head, and on top of that, The Iron Crown of Lombardy adorned my head. Stepping through my realm to earths. I stood in front of my bonded, and unbonded. Louis, Khutulun, and Morgan kneeled. “Rise, my warriors.” My wings unfurled, unique in their coloring from my three halves. White wings adorned with gold, red, ombre red black feathers covered in black deadly angel and dust and finally silver feathers.

It’s something like a tradition to use the feather’s of raven-maid’s at a royal wedding. I giggled lightly as I remembered how the feathers were freshly plucked out of his wings that made him wince with each pluck but he endured it. After taking some feathers, they were dipped in silver and dried to be shaped into a crown. I looked straight ahead as the ceremony started. Light music started playing as the forest fairies played the harps and everyone settled down on their seats. I walked through the aisle and the dome flowers glowed by my side as I walked.

Chapter 40 : Battle for the Crown Phoebe’s POV The day had finally come, the day one of us would be crowned the Blood King or Queen, marking the end of the tournament. The air hung with the potent smell of sweat and blood, thick with unsettling anticipation. The raw, deafening roar of the crowd seemed to vibrate through my ribs, a chaotic sound that echoed through the tournament ground. My shoulders tightened, my hands and feet trembling uncontrollably. “We have to win,” Serene said in my head, her voice laced with fierce determination. I nodded in agreement, my heart pounding fast in my chest.

A gold glow appears in the fog and grows brighter by the second. Andricia soars up past me and I fall on my butt looking up at her. She is glowing, her pure white wings carry her beautifully. White feathers cover the large span of strong wings that carry her effortlessly. She has her golden crown glowing on her forehead with a red ruby in the center. She slowly lowers herself to the ground and her wings disappear, and she stops glowing.

As in, like Devaugn? "Wow! She's beautiful!" The Chairman of the American Monster's department, exclaimed. And yes, he's right. The bird- I mean, the lady who is now floating down in the air is so beautiful. Her red-orange dress is dancing with the wind, like a Goddess in the tales. Her hair that is shining like sun rays are captivating every single man around me. And the bluish crown on her forehead, wait, why is the crown in now on her forehead?! The other two birds also transformed and they are males. Their clothes are like those on the myths. Their eyes are shining like fire. Are they perhaps, the bodyguards? Wow! So- so...

"The Crown! He's already using the Crown!" They hit the first roof with a bone-shattering crash.

Kingmaker, it sings to me. I drop it. In no world should a crown be able to speak. But it does again, just as movement in my peripheral catches my attention. The brothers are no longer seated in place on the dais. They’re running so fast, they could be beams of light. The male—I think, Fionn?—shot up, so close to the ceiling and he’s flying in my direction and I don’t understand what the fuck is happening. My gaze drops to the crown, fearing blooming in me like a thousand roses. “Please, tell me you can get me out of here somehow? Heavens, this is so crazy. I can’t believe I’m talking to—”

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.

Emery leaned forward and said in almost a whisper, “Do not forget that your crown will be taken away with only one wrong move you make.” As Emery strutted her way back into the mansion with Castor, Empress Serena could only clench her fists and contain the anger wanting to burst out of her. Lady Cressida felt the same way, but she patted her on the shoulder as if to help the empress keep her composure. “Worry not. Once her child is unalived, she will blame and kill herself even without us having to stain our hands with her impure blood,” she said, narrowing her gaze at the hall where Emery disappeared into.