Crowned By Secrets: Amaris And Osric Novels & Stories

Since the day Isaac proposed me I've imagined and reimagined this situation about a hundred times in my mind, but this is a whole lot different and I'm not calm at all. "Now the last touch." Liya said as she pulled something out of a box I didn't saw. But I was shocked when she kept that something on my head. "A crown!?" I said surprized. "I know it's a bit cringe but this note proved me wrong." she said passing me a note that was in the box. I opened the note and immediately recognised Isaac’s handwriting.

“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.

I said softly, looking at each of them. River crouched beside Amaris, a gentle smile on his lips. “What do you think, princess? Wanna open one?” Amaris’s tiny fingers reached out, clutching a ribbon from one of the boxes. River plucked it up and handed it to her. Amaris seemed pleased about it. Wesley leaned back against the couch and crossed his arms, still grinning. “Oh, sweetheart, we’re just getting started. You’re about to get spoiled even more in the next few months.”

Amaris' back was facing them as he was attacking other warriors and was not focused on them. Adam threw the knife with the aim to hit the back of Amaris' neck, the small knife hit the targeted area perfectly. Adam rejoiced when he noticed that he had managed to land the first hit but on the other hand Amaris' was pissed. Amaris' hand went to the back of his neck and he pulled out the little thing that was sticking into him, drawing crimson liquid. Amaris looked at the metal knife that had drawn his blood and turned to look at the one who had thrown the knife. Amaris glared at Adam and Adam gave him a scared-boyish smile while raising his arms in surrender.

At least I would always have Peter in my corner. ‘’I spoke with Lia, you will take over as her bodyguard tomorrow morning but first there are some things you need to know’’ my father informed Christopher looking serious as always. Christopher just nodded at him lowing his head showing respect at his king’s commands. ‘’Amalia is a hybrid, both a witch and a Lycan. Under no circumstances is she allowed to practice magic or show her wolf.’’ Christopher's eyes were now on me and I could see the socks on them. ‘’That’s all, Peter would answer every question you may have about bodyguarding’’ my father continued and now Christopher was looking at Peter with hatred as usual.

Her tone was not demanding, but pleading, an urgent request cloaked in gentleness. Clarisse’s fingers toyed with the stem of her glass. She did not answer at once. Her eyes drifted toward a vase of lilies perched on the counter near their table. The flowers leaned gracefully in their crystal home, their petals soft yet carrying the quiet arrogance of things too beautiful for this world. Clarisse stared at them as though searching their curved whiteness for courage. “There are,” she began slowly, “so many secrets, Amara.” Her voice was fragile, as if every word cost her something. “Secrets that breathe within the walls of our house, hiding in corners where the sun does not reach. Secrets that

And in her hands— A second crown. Forged from light and void, flame and star-core. The Crown of the First Flame. She met Elias’s gaze as he stopped before her. “It is your right. Your name is written in the foundation stones of the realms. You were born for this.” Elias tilted his head. “Even after I burned half the sky?” “You did what no other could,” Amaria replied. “You remembered.” The chamber was utterly still. Even the wind outside paused to witness this moment.

Maverick chuckled as Whitney's face revealed a horrified look. Drugs again!!! Those couples will surely go to hell for putting her in this condition. ***** “Sir, Mr. Anonymous wants to see you.” Owen looked up as one of his subordinates came in to inform him of the arrival of a new visitor in the company. He still can't get over the shock that a stranger bought the shares just like that. “Why are you calling him anonymous? Doesn't he have a name? And I'm not ready to see anyone,” Own retorted.

A massive crack opened across the silver sky. The crack did not belong to the Heart. It tore through reality itself. Through it, everyone could see the Heart Chamber in the Lost City. Smoke filled the room. The Order of the Eclipse soldiers lay unconscious. But one figure remained standing. Lysandra's second-in-command. A man none of them had noticed before. His hood fell back, revealing cold gray eyes and a cruel smile. He held a black crystal spear aimed directly at the Heart in the real world. Lysandra's face turned white.

She looked ghastly, her porcelain skin so incredibly pale beneath the lights that she resembled a literal corpse pulled from a wreckage, her loose dress twisted around her narrow thighs. I watched with a breathless, calculating intensity as my father frantically pressed his calloused fingers against her throat gland. But what he did next shattered the remaining lines of my composure. Varg reached up, his face twisted in a manic, predatory panic that I had never seen on him in my entire fifteen years of life under his roof. With one violent, impatient jerk of his hand, he ripped his own button-down shirt off his shoulders, letting the dark silk flutter to the floorboards. Then, without a sing