Hades Crown Novels & Stories

He used it now because it was the formal answer, and because he had decided, at some point in the past six weeks of preparation, that the formal answer would be in the name. I stood. I stepped down from the throne. I crossed to him. I set the chain on his neck. I clasped it at the back. The clasp was simple. Riven had shown me, two days ago, how to work it. The chain settled at Kade's collarbone with the small carved wolf at the center. I stepped back. "Rise, Kade Draeven, Beta of Draeven Keep." He rose. Riven rose beside him. The two of them stood facing me.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

He was The HADES. He was the SHIV : The destroyer, who could destroy the world only for his other half who gave strength to him. His ADRIJA. . Adrija was as beautiful as a blooming rose. She was Bright like Sun, beautiful like moon and charming like Spring He was unconsciously fascinated to her. Even if there was a garden full of flowers, she would definitely be the most beautiful one among them. His WIFE. His PRINCESS He would never show the real side of his to his wife. To her, He was calm, mature and little bit cold but in reality, He was over obsessive, cruel and darker than the HADES.

she projected her voice, hiding any fear she had. “Then please, recite after me; As queen I will protect all wolves who need protection. I will bestow my advice and knowledge for all who need it. I will follow my mate, the King in all his endeavors.” Klara repeated the words, glancing to Marc every now and then to see his proud, warm smile. Elsbeth took the crown of intwined thin gold strands from her head, and placed it on Klara’s. Adelaide brought forth a gold handled dagger, although this one had a blue sapphire encrusted in the hilt. She handed it delicately to Elsbeth. She nodded subtly to Klara, who nodded back, she’d been warned about this part. Elsbeth nicked her palm, before passing

“Do you believe this is simple loyalty? You do not comprehend the forces at play. The Veil… they provide stability. The crown… it will destroy everything if misused.” Aera shook her head, the crown’s glow intensifying as if emphasising her resolve. “The crown does not destroy—it chooses. And it has chosen me. Your justifications will not absolve you of your actions.” Corvin made a desperate move, lunging for a concealed dagger. Kael intercepted him, steel clashing with steel. Liora raised a barrier that flared around the room, forcing Corvin back. Aera extended her hand, the crown pulsing outward. Corvin was lifted, suspended by invisible energy, unable to resist.

The bodyguard following him snapped, “How dare you?! The pup Mr. Hoills’s sister is carrying is born to be his heir! How could you call it an illegitimate child?!” Someone sucked in a sharp breath. “What?! Hoills, the Lycan Chairman who rules over all packs?!”

"No, I don't. However, I can't block your path. You're meant to be the queen of the Moretti family, not just the Romanos' Donna." I let out a soft laugh, bending down to kiss his scarred face, that jagged mark of his past. "Who says I'm going anywhere? I'll claim the Moretti name and keep the Romanos close. A queen and a Don… We're meant to rule together, right?" Wade's shock gave way to a broad grin, the most joyous I had seen in a decade. "Okay. If you want the world, I'll win it for you. In this life, you're my Donna, and I'm your blade. Till death do us part."

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

A woman who's wearing a white gown said. "You should be, do everything to make her alright. I have high expectations!" Deimos said with a cold tone of voice. "Yes, your highness…" The two of them responded. Two of them check Katara, while waiting. Evans gives the crown prince a tea to calm down. He seems so worried about her. "I think Mistress Heldigard will be fine, so you can rest assured your highness." Evan says it's the first time for him to watch the crown prince get worried to another person other side of his siblings.

Other people knelt as the king starts announcing. “Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.”