Crowned Series Novels & Stories

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

Stepping past her, I walked toward the altar and released my pressure without restraint. In that instant, every werewolf present, including her, dropped to their knees, unable to resist. "Open your eyes and look carefully." I glanced down at her from above. "Who told you it would be those three competing for the throne? "The one who will step onto that throne is me. Seraphina." Camilla’s face twisted slightly at my words, her eyes burning with jealousy. When I withdrew my pressure, she gritted her teeth and spat out one final threat. "Stop bluffing! Our capital is building a new civilization. Once winter passes, I’ll personally lead an army and crush your filthy den!"

"If you mess up this deal, can you take responsibility for it?" Jim snatched the phone and turned it toward the crowd, raising his voice like he was putting on a show. "This kind of private schedule isn't something just anyone can get," he said. "Who else but family would have access? You say you're the real heiress? Then prove it! Stop pretending, you shameless fake!" Everyone lit up as if they had just been handed proof, excitement buzzing through the room. I just watched, calm and silent. This was exactly what I had been pushing for. I wanted Violet to show her hand.

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

Moretti voted for removal and heavy penalties. DeLuca voted the same. Santoro voted for removal with life imprisonment instead of execution. When it reached Vincent, he refused to vote and rejected the commission’s authority. The final tally was clear. Vincent stood and warned them they were making a fatal mistake. He promised he would remember who stood against him. Then he left with his guards. Elena expected gunfire. It didn’t come. That scared her more. The Santoro boss announced the ruling. Vincent Cross was removed as head of the Cross family. Damien would assume leadership immediately. Vincent had seventy-two hours to surrender or be declared an outlaw.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

he breathed into her ear before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. He pulled away, grasping Klara around her waist. “We have joined in Mateship, now we have joined in rank. What say you?” Marc addressed the crowd. Klara tried to remember who it was that was in the room during the coronation. It was higher level wolves, she remembered that much. “Here, here!” A voice called, soon to be followed by all in the room. Marc guided her back to her own throne as he sat in his. Their hands still clasped in one another’s.

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.

I chuckled to myself and thought, sometimes I don’t even understand myself, but I do. Orion We are waiting for Lara to come home. During this time, Crown is walking around looking at things in her house. How unlike him to do that, I thought. “Hey, you ok,” I asked Crown. He seems to be acting different, I thought. “Work is becoming interesting,” he said. “How so,” I asked. “I can’t say anything, as you know,” he started to say. “Understood,” I interjected, while he continued speaking. “But I think things are going to become more interesting as the days go by,” he ended. “At your job,” I asked him. He thought it over. “Both,” he finally said after some time had passed. I nodded

Either way, they pretended like everything was okay. However, when her tea cup was already half-full, Lady Athena broke the silence. “Actually… I came here to ask if the news I received was indeed correct.” With a weak smile, she asked, “Is it true that three days from now, you will be crowned empress instead of Lady Serena?” It was only that time did Emery get to recall what Emperor Claus just told her that afternoon. As far as she remembered, he told her about fighting against his court to make her his wife.