Crown Of The Wrath Bringer の小説・ストーリー

One of the Alpha who had complained before said, This time in a much more angry tone. The Alpha was quite not responding, he glanced at the young wolf who had brought the crown with a cold expression. “Where is the crown?.” He asked Still not believing the burned ashes and the broken gold and diamond was the crown. The boy flinched, he had been sent here by his master to bring the crown in, he didn’t know what the crown even looked like. No one dared to check the crown before the Alpha but I did. The boy was scared and couldn't reply, he was terrified by the Alpha expression.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

He had failed to recognize it immediately, but the death of his man had swiftly rekindled his forgotten memories. “When the beasts of Chaos first threatened to destroy this universe, they were led by the one whose selfishness saw him eat his own children. He was a titan greater than any other, and he moved with three weapons in his hands. One was a pagoda that could imprison even the strongest of foes, and with it he captured the lives of several gods and reduced them to mere training material. The other was his clock, a tool that allowed him to manipulate time as he saw fit. The third was simpler than the first two but carried the greatest offensive threat. It was a sea blue staff that allo

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

He held out his hand and touched Ezra held lovingly, he turned his gaze to me and touched my head as well, and I smiled. “The crown!” His father said, the crown was brought forth and carried, his father raised it in the air, and a mic was immediately put in front of him. “Alpha Ezra Lethal of the Lycan and the werewolf has been crowned.” His father said loudly as he dropped the crown on Ezra’s head. The whole crowd went wild as Ezra’s crown was put on his head. “Crown!” His father said and a cute crown was brought forth, he took it from it laid, and a mic was brought to his mouth again.

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.

It is normal for Royals to be unaffected by vampires, but the Queen's sister was adopted and human. An urgent meeting was scheduled with trusted individuals to discuss how to protect you. I, as well as the Alpha and the King and Queen of the Redwood pack, were the only ones who could be trusted. In the middle of this meeting, William broke into the castle. Your agitation caused me to stop the meeting and transport myself to your room. I grabbed you out of William's hands and transported you to another continent. I knew William would follow your scent since he was an excellent tracker. After finding a cabin, I bound your abilities until you turn 18. It seems your powers are surfacing. Therefo

I have made her as my will to live then days passed by and all I can feel is wrath. I thought it was because of what she’s done and all of the things that I’ve lost because of her but looking at her now, I’ve finally understand where’s my wrath is coming for. She abandoned me and I thought that she never loves me because she never seek me again. That’s where my wrath begins. I’ve loathed her for not loving me enough to find me and make peace with our relationship and when I had the chance to saw her again, I was just blinded by that fake wrath of everything that happened to us. I’ve blackmailed and manipulated her so that I will have her in my life again. It’s the only thing that I know how