Crowns Of Nyaxia Series Order นิยาย & เรื่องราว

--- **The Pyre** We return to the garden's corpse. The ground is still fertile, littered with golden leaves and shattered echoes. Mira plants the crown in the ash. "What now?" "Now," I say, "we grow." The static obeys. Lightning ignites the crown, the fire spreading to the roots below. The earth splits, vomiting forth a sapling-obsidian trunk, golden leaves, Nexa's face etched into its bark. **"You fool,"** it whispers. **"You've fed me."**

“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 extract the fragment in forty minutes. It is easier than Cael. Not easy — easier. The power from the coronation has more dexterity now, more precision, like a hand learning to hold something small without crushing it. I find the fragment, I feel its edges, I pull carefully and steadily and when it tries to flee I am ready for it. I contain it.

Kaizen suddenly spoke, making Roxie flinch beside him. Lucien whirled to him and advanced. Roxie used the opportunity to study him. His frame was bigger than Maverick and Kaizen and he was just as taller than them; he reminded her of Alpha Oizys. His eyes were a mocking and ridiculing shade of gray and his hair was a tenebrific black, Roxie realized there was nothing peculiar about his features and couldn't be compared to the beauty that was Kaizen.

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!"

As a child I called this white smoke—aura. Garron's aura was on the level of an Alpha and almost double the size of Dorian's, but there was something hidden in white; little specks of black like nothing I've ever seen before. “This shouldn't concern you” my brothers echo. They're right. And it doesn't, so I shove the thought deep in my mind and lock it behind a door titled ‘distractions’ and I cannot be distracted, not when I'm so close now. “I can't believe that just happened” Corrin says, snapping me back to reality.

The hallway outside was crowded. Servants whispered excitedly, and elders smiled among themselves. The door opened, and the pack healer stepped outside. His face was brighter than I’d ever seen it. “Congratulations, Alpha. The Moon Goddess has blessed the pack. She is carrying your heir.” He announced. For one heartbeat, the entire world became perfectly still. Then cheers erupted around me. The elders clapped each other on the shoulders. Servants laughed through happy tears. Warriors lifted their fists in celebration. “Our future Alpha!”

“Downstairs—go!” Before Sienna could move, a shape burst through the archway—tall, hooded, ski mask swallowing everything but a flash of eyes. He swung a crowbar, smashing a vase into a spray of white shards. Sienna’s heart skipped, then she bolted for the stairs, Roman on her heels. Another figure loomed, blocking Vivienne—she let out a scream, raw and wrong, nothing like her usual ice. “Vivienne!” Sienna yelled, twisting back, but Roman’s hand clamped her wrist, dragging her up the steps.

- My voice sounded stressed and my brother laughs out loud. ________ I knew that at least one would get his attention ...-He nudges me provocatively and then walks away, I took a deep breath preparing my psychology for the next few days, I would have to endure Thom's jokes. The reception after the presentation began monotonously and extremely still, the same self-centered nobles; her words that seemed to sound sweet but at the first opportunity would stab me in the back just out of greed, I brought a glass of wine to my lips feeling the dry wine pull at the end of my tongue, it was at this moment that the red-haired archer made her entrance into the room. main hall of the Arena, she wore a d