Crown Of Thorns Novels & Stories

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

If I wasn't so focused on keeping my second conscious I may have noticed the amulet he was trying to shove into my hand. A relief of a crown of thorns with red blood drop beneath it.

Bernice glanced at me. The maid put on white gloves and carefully opened the box to reveal a crown. I blinked. It was the Crown I had never seen before. It has twelve water-drop-shaped pearls arranged neatly on the crown. On the top of each pearl is a perfectly cut heart-shaped diamond. The base of the crown is silver with rings of olive-leaf-shaped crystals. In the light of the Sun, it is holy and elegant like the Crown of our moon goddess. Bernice was so pleased with the crown that the satisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

I won't blame her because it's what I have thought also; somewhere in my heart, I wish and hope that Carter is rejected by the Moon goddess because I know what it holds. “We shouldn't talk like that, Brooke,” I reply, still holding onto her hand, while she nods slowly. I shift my attention back to what is happening at the front of the hall, the priestess who is holding the crown.. The crown, woven from rough, dark vines with sharp thorns, she holds carefully like an egg. It is rumored that if the crown falls, then the person will die a very painful death.. Looking at the crown, it isn't of glory or splendor but one of raw tradition and unspoken meaning.

“Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?” I darted my tongue to lick my dry lips as I nodded my head as the man muttered. “I do,” “With the power of god, I may pronounce you as the Queen of Nitholirc, wife of Lords of Nitholirc and hope of people,” My heart fluttered as he gently picked the crown with his both hands and Claus bowed slightly as he placed it on his head as people cheered and clapped. My chest tightened with uneasiness, and I swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat.

“You bring me what you find. Discreetly. And in return… I offer you truths. About the attempt on your life. About the undercurrents in this castle that threaten far more than just your engagement.” The offer hung between them, heavy with risk and potential. Trusting a shadow was insanity. But refusing meant facing the labyrinth of Blackwood Castle blind, with assassins potentially at her back and her own brother pulling her strings towards ruin. Lysander represented an unknown variable, a wild card. But in a game rigged against her, a wild card might be her only chance. “How?” Vivian asked, her voice barely audible. “How do I contact you?” A small, dark object flew through the air. Vivian fl

Still, her pulse ticked harder. “Who are you really?” she asked. “Elias Thorne. Scholar, licensed aetherist, nuisance to the Church.” The corner of his mouth rose again. “And I dislike seeing people framed for things they did not do.” She went still. He had not said her name. He did not need to. “You read the court reports,” she said. “I read everything,” he said. “The poison that found its way beneath your chair last night was a southern compound. Expensive. Rare. Not something a lady keeps in her handbag.”