Gold Crown Terraria

(Sequel of "Stolen Crown") After almost six years of staying in Realgar Kingdom, Emery Trigon was summoned by the Arcana headmaster to return to the Kingdom of Silex due to an emergency. She was yet again set to a more dangerous mission in order to find out who had been on a killing spree in their kingdom and even attacked the Arcana's headquarters. This led Emery to not only cross path again with her ex-husband, King Lawson, but she would find herself getting involved with the tyrant conqueror and ruler of an empire, Emperor Claus Weston. And what only started to be a mission of gathering intel suddenly turned into a quest of claiming the crown of an empress.

My girlfriend is an heiress from the upper class of Jetland, and she is worth tens of billions of dollars. In order to test me, she has never spent a single cent on me, nor given me any presents during the seven years that we have been together. She even splits the bill with me when we buy rubbers. After my mother falls severely ill, I borrow all the money that I can from all my family and friends. I only need two thousand dollars more to afford my mother's operation. However, even when I beg my girlfriend to lend me money, she refuses. After my mother passes away, I take care of everything on my own. When I go home to pack my things, I accidentally come across a list of presents that she has bought for our neighbor, whom she treats like a younger brother. These gifts include a luxury villa, a designer watch, and haute couture suits. There is also an audio recording of her conversation with her best friend. "Tessie, I heard that Ethan begged you so he could borrow two thousand dollars from you. Is that true?" Tessa Seinfeld snorts, and her voice rings out carelessly. "Zeke's right. Only a leech would go down on his knees just for two thousand dollars. We've only been together for seven years, and he's already so eager to get money out of me." In the end, our seven years of relationship mean nothing. It only takes a provocative comment from her neighbor, Zeke Palmer, for everything to fall apart. But it doesn't matter. From the moment my mother died, I have already decided to leave Tessa.

Born the lowest rank in a kingdom where Alphas rule and Omegas obey, Lyra Dane is sent as a “gift” to the royal brothers of the Ironfang Pack—a peace offering to seal a bloody treaty. Everyone expects her to be a docile concubine, a plaything passed from one brother to the next. But Lyra carries a secret. She is the last surviving heir of the Moonspire bloodline, and she’s spent her entire life training to take back her throne. The palace of the three princes is a nest of lies, assassins and hidden magic. As Lyra uncovers the conspiracy that slaughtered her family, she begins turning each brother against the other, awakening powers she was never supposed to have. Soon all three Alphas want more than her submission—they want her as their mate. Torn between vengeance and desire, Lyra must decide whether to destroy the brothers who could give her back her crown… or surrender to the dangerous pull of their bond and become queen of them all.

Second Book of "5 Princes and I" Rosalie Amber Stan's world is now upside down. Not only is she a suppose to learn about her dead kingdom but she actually has to learn how to use her powers along side her familiar, Custard. Adding to her list of problems; the rogue king, King Ferius, won't stop at nothing until he gets a hold of Rose's blood. So it is now up to the princes to protect her until she learns how to protect herself. Which could take a while with her refusal to cooperate with them. Will Rose be able to master her powers and learn how to defend herself? Will she be able to learn more about her heritage and revive her dead kingdom?

“You’re mad,” I said, staring at him like he had completely lost his mind. A slow smile spread across his face as he stepped closer. “Mad for you.” I almost laughed. “I’m going to get rid of this thing you think you can use to trap me,” I said, my voice calm, steady, and dangerous. “Let’s see how mad for me you are after that.” I turned to leave. “You won’t dare.” That made me stop. Then I smiled. Because he clearly didn’t know me. *** Alexandra Fisher Hale does not lose control. She doesn’t do relationships, she doesn’t do marriage, and she definitely does not do children. To her, emotions are distractions and people are liabilities. Her life is planned, calculated, and completely in her hands… until one moment ruins everything. She faints at her twin brother’s wedding and wakes up to the most ridiculous truth of her life. She’s pregnant. No relationship. No mistake. No explanation. Which begs the question… what is this? The second coming of baby Jesus? Because the last time she checked, that was the only way this made sense. But before she can even figure out how her life turned into a joke, the world already has answers for her. She’s engaged. To a man she hasn’t spoken to in years. A man who is watching her like he has already won. Now her name is everywhere, her reputation is on the line, and every move she makes is being controlled by someone she cannot see yet. But one thing is certain. This is not a coincidence. It’s a trap. And whoever set it… Clearly forgot one thing. Alexandra Fisher Hale does not lose.

Zella died betrayed. Her love was stolen. Her wedding ripped from her hands. Her family watched her fall—and did nothing. When death came, it should have been the end. Instead, she met a god who ruled crossroads and cruel choices. Arakon offered her three paths. She rejected them all… or so she thought. By a single misunderstood gesture, Zella was reborn as Lacy Jules—into a poor, struggling life with no power, no status, and no memory of the woman she once was. But fate is never finished with the unjustly broken. As Lacy grows, she begins to dream of torn wedding dresses, familiar faces, and a woman’s grief that does not belong to her. Zella is awakening. When the truth finally surfaces, Lacy learns she is living the life of a woman who chose wrong—and a god who refuses to fix his mistake. This time, the choice must be spoken. This time, there will be no confusion. Given one final chance, Lacy chooses to return. Fifteen years into the past. Back into Zella’s body. Back to the day everything began to rot. But she does not return as the naïve girl who once begged to be loved. She returns with two lifetimes of pain, clarity, and resolve. This time, she will not fight with claws or magic—but with foresight, strategy, and consequences so devastating that even fate will hesitate. They broke her once. Now, they will kneel— or burn.

Ember Crown of Promise is a sweeping romance fantasy novel about calling, courage and the quite power of sacrificial love. For ten years, the Ember Crown- the ancient symbol of rightful rule has remained cold and with it, the kingdom has withered. Famine spreads, hope falters, and every attempt to force the crown's power has ended in vain. When the Crown finally stirs, it does not awaken for a conqueror or a battle-hardened heir, but for Alina, a reluctant princes who will rather heal than rule. Chosen without seeking power, Alina must navigate a court longing for spectacle and control, where hope is easily weaponized and patience is mistaken for weakness. As she learns that true authority is earned through surrender, not dominance, Alina begins a journey from weak to strong, discovering that bravery often looks like restraint and leadership like service. At her side stands Cael, a disgraced warrior bound by loyalty, respect and an unspoken devotion that deepens as danger grows. Together, they face political intrigue, rising unrest, and enemies who fear a crown that can not be controlled. Blending emotional romance with epic fantasy stakes, the Ember Crown of Promise is a story of a princess and brave warrior showing that destiny is not claimed but carried. With action, faith-aligned themes, and a strong female lead who rises through courage and conviction this novel invites readers into a world where light is costly, love is restrained and hope is forged through promise rather than power.

Christmas Eve was meant to be the culmination of seven years of long-distance longing—the day Lorenzo finally slid an engagement ring onto my finger. Instead, a sudden emergency surgery chained me to the operating table. The patient wasn't just suffering from a premature delivery and catastrophic hemorrhaging; she was riddled with infections, the biological fallout of a reckless, hedonistic lifestyle. The girl on the table spat out orders with a venomous entitlement that made my blood run cold. "My husband is the head of the Corleone family. He’s second to none, and this entire city bows to him. If you can’t save my baby, you’re all dead." My mind went blank. There was only one head of the Corleone family: Lorenzo. "You’ve got the wrong man," I said, my voice wavering despite my frown. "The news said he’s already engaged to a woman from a rival family for a strategic alliance." The girl looked at me as if I’d just told a pathetic joke. She surveyed me with a mocking sneer. "Oh, he’s mentioned that woman. He said she’s like a cold corpse—that even touching her makes him sick to his stomach. She doesn't provide him a fraction of the pleasure I do." She smirked. "He heard something happened to the baby. He’s en route from Sicily right now with his personal detail." She flicked her phone screen open. There it was: a photo of her and Lorenzo, locked in a suffocatingly intimate embrace. I froze. A second later, a notification from Lorenzo vibrated against my palm. “Darlin’, something urgent came up tonight. I’m skipping the engagement dinner. I’ll make it up to you later.” Since they were so utterly in love, I decided to give them exactly what they wanted. I dialed a number that had been silent for three years—the number of the true mastermind of the underworld, Don Sebastian. "Does your proposal from three years ago still stand?"

A kidnapper's gun was pressed to Lena's temple and mine, the whole scene streaming live online. "Nolan," the kidnapper said, "your wife, Donna, or your first love. Only one of them walks away alive. Choose." On the other side of the screen, my husband, Don Nolan Winston, head of the Winston family, did not hesitate for even a second. "Let Lena go. As for that woman, do whatever you want with her." I looked into the camera and laughed until tears ran down my face. For seven years, I had stood by him as he rose from the Winston family's illegitimate son to the first Don of the Italvia mafia. I had taken knives for him, drunk with him, even lost a child along the way. So in the end, in his eyes, I had been nothing more than a pawn he could discard at any moment. "Did you hear that?" the kidnapper sneered at me. I turned and ran toward the cliff. Facing the camera, I spoke my final words. "Nolan, I'm giving this life back to you. We're even now."

Sienna Calder swore she’d never touch her father’s world—Dorian Ashford, shipping mogul and billionaire king, left her mom to rot while he built his empire. She’s there to curse his grave when he dies, not to claim a dime. But his will traps her, naming her co-heir to his $50 billion legacy alongside Roman Valtieri, the brooding, hard-edged protégé who’s clawed his way into Dorian’s shadow—and now into hers. They’re to run the empire together or lose it all, and Sienna hates him for it: too slick, too close, every look a spark she doesn’t want. Then a letter from Dorian’s cold hand ignites the fire—he was murdered, and Roman’s name’s scratched beside the truth. A silver key and a vial of blood—hers, his—drag her deeper, promising answers locked in Ashford estate.But the walls crash in fast: Ezra Locke, a scarred snake with a grin like a blade, wants that key, and he’ll drown the place to get it. Roman’s her lifeline—gun drawn, hands steady, pulling her from the flood—and she loathes how his touch burns, how his voice steadies her when the water’s at her throat. Caught between rage and a pull she can’t name, Sienna fights the heat growing with every near miss—Roman’s too damn solid, too damn close, and she’s torn between shoving him away and pulling him in. The empire’s crumbling, the cliff’s falling, and Ezra’s not the only shadow circling—something darker watches, waiting. Love’s a gamble when blood’s the stake, and Sienna’s playing with a deck her father rigged. Can she trust Roman’s hands to hold her up, or will the crown they’re fighting for crush them both in its ashes?