Novel & Cerita Crown The Book

"The man who wrote the Ledger isn't in a grave. He’s sitting on the throne." Elara stared at the vial. If the man who wrote the book of secrets was the same man who had been murdered... then who was the person Joren was claiming to be? Before she could ask, a massive bolt of black lightning shot up from the city below, striking Korth Square in the chest. The dragon screamed, his wings folding as they began a death spiral toward the jagged rooftops of the capital. "Elara!" Korth’s human voice cried out in her head. "The Crown! He's already using the Crown!" They hit the first roof with a bone-shattering crash.

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On yearbook photo day, I went over and stood next to my boyfriend, Blake Whitmore. Madison Vance, the cheer captain and sorority president, showed up late, and the crowd parted for her without being asked. A path opened straight to Blake, who stood dead center. "What took you so long? You just turned every head in the place." Blake smiled softly and pulled her into the spot beside him. I was pushed out of the frame. Tyler Brooks, my friend since childhood, caught my arm. "Claire, don't fight Madison for the spot. She's the main character today." Then he traded places with me and took the spot next to her. The crowd started whooping. The fraternity president stood on one side and the vice pre

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

Sure, I cared for him—cared if he was alive or not. Because I wanted him to be with me and Mom. Then, perhaps I could start loving him as my father. I am calm. I shoved the letter back inside the envelope. I am calm. I am calm. But seriously, why was this guy just here observing me? Was he here to observe my actions and report me to his father? I mean, I guess it was better not to talk, but get out of the room, buddy. "The books you were reading last night," the crown prince said, his luminous gaze settled on the three thick books that were in his hands. “They are great books.”

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

Some manifest at the early age of twelve; however, seventeen and older were the most often ages for lines to manifest. “Ahh!” I was about to stand up when I felt a burning sensation in my chest; it made me feel dizzy; I remained sitting, breathing to calm my chest; it lasted for less than a minute before it subsided, “What the hell was that?” I was in that position when I felt something weird again; my heart was beating so fast, my breath was uneven, followed by the gushing window; I looked behind me when I felt a significant presence enter the library. “Who are you?” I’m still holding my chest; a lady wearing an all-white under her thick black cloak is in front of me. Her aura is shouting a

Kael protested. "You need titles for formal occasions," she insisted. "Traditional or innovative?" Through the bond, we considered. "The Broken Crown," Lyra said suddenly. "That is what we are. Five pieces of what should be singular authority, shattered and reformed into something new." Silence. Then slow nods. "The Broken Crown," Queen Elara repeated, testing the phrase. "The Council of Five, known as the Broken Crown. I approve." She stood, and the Court stood with her.

] I stared at the screen, my smirk growing colder by the second. I showed up at the meet-up right on time, dressed down in a hoodie and jeans, my face free of makeup. Bennett's eyes sparkled when he saw me, and he beckoned, "Harriet, come sit here." He was flanked by a gaggle of girls gazing at him in awe. Among them was Sophia, the daughter of Cornwell, a notorious kingpin, another notch on his belt from a life I wanted to forget. I took a seat next to her. When Bennett ducked out for coffee, I leaned over to Sophia, "So, what's your take on Bennett?"