Crown Of The Reborn: Vengeance Awaits Novels & Stories

"He's seething with rage and wants immediate payback. He dispatched an elite strike team to take your head and seize the talisman, Aurelia. You need to be ready." "He can't handle being outmaneuvered by the rightful heir," Uncle Elias said, chambering a heavy round into his rifle with a metallic clack. "He sent his top-tier night-breach squad." "Don't worry, kitten," Drake whispered beside me, adjusting his tactical rig. "We're taking them down together." I took a slow, deep breath, my eyes locking onto the live thermal feeds showing enemy mercenaries breaching the outer gate. "Then this is the perfect live test for this heirloom suit," I said, a cold, dangerous smile spreading across my fac

Without an ounce of hesitation, it shot straight at the three revenants that towered over it like mountains bearing down on a sparrow. With one crow against three revenants, the gap in size alone should have made the outcome obvious. But the explosion of power that followed was enough to steal the breath from everyone watching. The divine crow that had been reborn within the golden heavenly light was no longer anything close to an ordinary bird. Golden lines that shimmered like scattered starlight wound across its entire body, and every single feather on its frame was as hard as primordial divine iron. The edges of its wings carved through the air wherever they passed and left behind spatial

Vane Vance—Caelum’s elder brother, the former crown prince of Obsidian Ridge who had supposedly died five years ago during the tragic betrayal that lost Caelum his sight. "He... he is not the brother you remember, Alpha!" Sterling sobbed, clutching the floor. "Valerius rebuilt him! His soul was bound to an Anti-Solar core! He doesn't feel pain, he doesn't remember his pack, and his blade can cut through Lycan shadow magic like dry straw! He is coming to slaughter you both!" Before Caelum could respond, a sudden, violent shudder rocked the entire Citadel. BOOM! The massive granite walls groaned as a deafening explosion echoed from the upper atmospheric wards. The blue light crystals lining th

The Crown responded instantly—so quickly her breath vanished. The runes pulsed once. Twice. A third time. Then claim us fully. Lyra’s vision went white. Her body convulsed—not in pain, but in recognition. The Crown flooded through her veins, rewiring every thread Magnus had tainted, burning out every remnant of corruption. Her mark seared bright gold through her glove, scorching the leather. Ronan gasped—actually breathed—as the tether shifted away from him. Vale saw it first. “It’s leaving him.”

Chapter 17: The Curse of the Crimson Hunt “A crown is not a shield, Mira. It is a beacon. And now, every monster in the dark knows exactly where you are.” The silver light of the crown faded, settling into a steady, pulsing hum against my brow. I stood in the center of the vault, my chest heaving, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird trying to claw its way out. The crown felt heavy—not physically, but spiritually. It pressed against my skull, a constant, humming weight that vibrated in time with my heartbeat. The power was intoxicating, but it was also terrifying. I could feel the blood of a hundred generations whispering in my ears.

In his hands, he held a crown. Not gold. Not bone. But dust. Crumbling. Ancient. And filled with power that shouldn’t exist anymore. Liora’s heart stuttered. Because she knew that crown. Not from dreams. But from the forbidden vaults beneath the Sanctuary. It was the Crown of Dust, forged from the ashes of failed gods. Worn only once before, by a king who tried to rewrite death itself. That king’s name? Valen Thorne. And he had died. A thousand years ago. But now, He stood on her land. Alive. Wearing that cursed crown. “Impossible,” Myra whispered.

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

I blamed you for what happened, for the life I lost. Camille gasped after hearing that. She grabbed a buzzer to get a doctor as it was clear something terrible was happening to Katherine, but her hand stopped in the middle of the move when she heard another word. - I was reborn.- Alpha whispered. Those words were challenging but also so refreshing. - The Moon Goddess brought me back, giving me the chance to fix my mistakes. And I was doing good, knowing your moves, I could prevent them. Camille was watching her with the wide-open eyes. Was this possible? Was Katherine brought back to life?

My anger increases, seeing as she sits on my leather chair. "Fuck!" I spit under my breath. "There's nothing stopping me right now from yanking off your head." I threaten. My monster is on the surface, only a thin line separating him from coming out to play. And he plays dirty. I hear footsteps behind me right before Valois appears out of thin air. He stands at the threshold, away from my aggression. Crescent, however, looks plain and normal. Still seated. "When the reborn forms with its blood, the world shall face ultimate terror." She speaks. "Are you aware the prophecy speaks about you and Rhett?"