Hare Guilty Crown Novels & Stories

“Sir… are you sure you want to use these people?” Karl didn’t answer. The screen shifted to a 3D-enhanced scan that peeled back earth like gauze. Chambers sequenced into view: vaults and galleries; crate stacks with no markings; bars and coins that history had tried to launder. Light caught on a crown nested in velvet—the Irish Crown Jewels. Another flare like caged lightning—the Florentine Diamond. Near the centre, stretched across a crate like a predator at rest, a compact, unmistakable silhouette:

Damien was all I needed, and it felt great to have someone putting me first. Aurora and Killian called out to Natalie as she stared at the table, more than likely reliving what happened and hopefully feeling guilty for trying to attack my mother. I hoped she did anyway. "There was a crown. It looked like the crown from my coronation. It was the only thing that kept its color when everything turned grey. But all of the gems had been replaced. They were all red." Natalie said, and I looked up to see Killian and Aurora staring at each other. "What?"

After all, it had over a hundred gems on it and was made of pure gold. He turned to look at Gale. "It's yours, Galey." The two of them faced each other. Shawn slowly lifted the crown and tried to put it on her head. Gale's clothes suited the crown very well. However, just as the crown was about to touch her head, Gale took a step back. She would not wear it. She wanted to show that she really did not want it. The Heart of the Sea was like a curse. Gale would never dare to wear it, nor did she want to!

Crown HUD (new crimson alert): THREAT DETECTED – HOLLOW CHOIR Origin: Unknown Method: Identity theft via consumption of crown fragment Current targets: Any heir with < 15 pieces Projected arrival: 72 hours I look at the three new kids, at their too-old eyes and fresh grief, and feel the weight settle on my shoulders. They’re going to fight with us. They’re going to become ours. And at least one of them isn’t going to make it to graduation. I hate that I already know that. But right now they’re alive, and scared, and looking at me like I might be the answer.

"...the Dark Moon crown will fall into my hands like a ripe fruit." Garrett then turned to his men, his voice rising, filling the tent. "Spread the word. Tiara is mine. Every wolf, every blade, every spy must know. Tell them that I want them to hunt her. She cannot hide behind Edwin forever. Drag her to me alive if you can, but if not..." His fist slammed down like thunder. "...bring me her head." The generals bowed reluctantly, discreetly hiding the fear that is etched into their faces. Garrett closed his eyes, inhaling slowly, as if he was trying to calm himself. But when he opened them, the fire inside had not dimmed, it had sharpened into pure, lethal focus.

The elders exchanged rapid, tense whispers behind the desk, their expressions dark and completely severe as they looked between the two brothers. The head councilman looked down at Derek, then shifted his gaze to Rohan, before finally locking onto the heavy gold crown sitting on the velvet cushion. "The accusations brought forth tonight are too severe to ignore, and the lineage is officially compromised. By the authority of this chamber, the crown will remain entirely empty until we conduct a full investigation and find out who is truly fit for it."

Richard managed to put the blame on my father for all the illegalities and everyone believed him just like that. Father swore to me that he was innocent and I believe him. Why lie to me? He was always honest with me. The only thing he did wrong that day was that he trusted his best friend and accompanied him. A friend who betrayed him in the end and presented my father as the sole mastermind of all his illegal actions. I suspected Richard was hiding something since we visited his pack. I found it strange that his pack was so lavish when his companies were few and small. I wonder why father didn't see it all this time. Richard's wealth was of unprecedented value. Unfortunately, none of these

"Bring it out." Soon, a black-clad bodyguard appeared, holding an exquisite box. Inside rested the Aetheris Crown. Gasps filled the room. The crown gleamed brilliantly under the dazzling lights, its radiance so intense it took everyone's breath away. "The Aetheris Crown is stunning!" "This is the crown Mr. Larson bought from a royal auction for the Larson family's heiress. Tonight, it will grace the head of the family's heiress." "But now there are two heiresses—Ms. Crone and Ms. Larson. Who will wear the Aetheris Crown?"

Knight POV I was staying as a guest at King Cedric Thornhelm's palace in Thornwick Village when Garrick, my right-hand man, entered the room. "My prince," he greeted with a slight bow. "Any news?" "King Cedric has agreed to partner with the King, but on one condition." I looked up at him. "Which is?" I asked. "Weapons would be supplied in exchange for rice," Garrick replied. "Hmm. Very tough man," I said, a small smile tugging at one side of my mouth.

“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.