Crown Of The Wrath Bringer Novels & Stories

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

Not that he cared. This vessel was as close as he could get to the Crown without the Goddess detecting it. Vincent knew that the Goddess stood watch over the Royals, ensuring they could not become tainted or led astray. Latching onto an Alpha to be born within the pack known as the Crowns shield was brilliant. For decades, he went nearly unnoticed. A small error, but it worked out better than he could have expected. Once he saw what Aiden and the others planned, he knew everything he wanted was becoming reality. Soon, all the pieces would fall into place and no one would understand why or who.

I repeated the last part of the paragraph, something I had said in my head over and over again that I didn’t even need him to read it first. “Now the oaths have been sworn, it is my duty and honour that I now crown Her Majesty, Luna Queen Bridget Black, Queen of all werewolves.” The man announced now holding the beautiful crown which Sebastian designed over my head, knelling down, the heavy crown is soon placed upon me where it did take a lot of my strength to lift my head up after.

* And Kael Dravenhart, Crown Prince of Virelion, heir to the throne, trained weapon of his father's will, felt his entire world shatter and reform around the broken girl on the platform. She lifted her head, and even from across the chamber, even through the crowd of predators between them, their eyes met. Recognition flared. Not gentle—nothing about this moment was gentle—but *absolute*. She saw him. Truly *saw* him in a way no one ever had, past the crown prince mask, past the cold soldier, straight down to the wolf that was even now howling for her blood, her bones, her *soul*. And in her eyes, just for a heartbeat, he saw the same recognition reflected back.

The sound that called everyone to witness something that couldn’t be ignored. The High Priest’s voice carried across the city through servants stationed at every corner, every street, every place where people gathered: “By order of the High Priest of the Church of Valdris, the alliance between Crown and Church is hereby severed. The woman calling herself Regent has forfeited the spiritual legitimacy required to hold temporal power. Anyone who continues to serve her does so without God’s blessing.” The guards on the execution platform hesitated. Not because they feared God particularly. But because God’s authority was the only thing that had made Morgana’s claim to power seem inevitable. With

With solemn grace, she accepted a male crown of silver metal from her attendant and turned to face the assembly. “By the power vested in me as the Royal Healer, servant of the Moon Goddess, I do hereby crown you, Cedric Ashbourne Everhart, Grand Varkon, second in command of the Wolf Clan. You shall answer to none save the Royals.” Applause rang through the chamber as Healer Dylia placed the crown upon Cedric’s head, its silver crest glinting under the chandelier’s glow.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Caelum’s entire body went still. Briar Maddox. The Hawthorne wolf, who had once expected to become Caelum’s Luna, now stood at the head of a group of Hawthorne warriors wearing the Interregnum’s black sigil. Her smile was sharp when she spotted him. “Well,” she called across the battlefield, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Look who came home.” Caelum’s expression hardened. “You chose this.” “You abandoned us first,” she snarled. The courtyard had become a battlefield. But now it was something else as well.

Killian roared over the wind howling through the broken door, his solar fire incinerating the toxic mist around him. The remaining three Thralls ignored the terrifying wolf. They bypassed Killian, their corrupted red eyes locking onto me sitting on the sofa. I didn't stand up. I didn't panic. The First Crown pulsed. I raised my right hand, the hand that had crushed the Dragon King’s core. 'Aether to bind. Magma to burn.'