Her Crown 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.

And I, Aurora Vance, daughter of the Alpha Prime and heir to the throne of the North, had never been more certain of anything in my life. Some wolves spend their whole lives chasing someone who will never see them. I stopped chasing. And I found everything I had been looking for. THE END

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

What is it? "The crown is covered with black magic. That demon had been long planning to use any means necessary to separate you two. So we cannot use the crown for the coronation." "I told you not to bring anything about the coronation to.." "Let me finish! Even though the crown is unwearable and cannot be used, it has something special. The crown, as it happens does not belong to Goddess Selene but Goddess Invidia! The First Doyen won it in a war from Leo Storkis' demons and gifted it to Erin."

Queen Amelia changes her soft features and faces the gathering once more and says, “With the placing of the Queen's crown on Emma’s head…” I jump slightly as Finn surprises me again as he walks up next to Amelia with a small rose gold crown set with lots and lots of red rubies. Finn steps forward and places the crown on my head and again I feel that slight wave of power flow through me, even though I am not sure why I kept feeling it. Amelia then continues, “People of the βρυκόλακας (Vrykolakas) kingdom, I would like to present to you your Crowned Queen Emma Mason and your Crowned Prince Adonis…”

Having so many voices inside your head at once can be daunting, especially if you don’t know how to block them out. ‘Welcome to the pack, beautiful.’ ‘Thank you,’ She whispered into our mind-link. Once Anja was back with me, I turned and retrieved the crown of the Queen – one my mother wore once upon a time. The crown I wear is large, platinum, and engraved with wolves howling to the moon. Anja’s is smaller and encrusted with white and clear jewels, perfect for my mate. Goddess, it makes her lightly tanned skink glow! As I placed it upon Anja’s head, her eyes closed for a moment, allowing the crown’s power to fill her veins.

I ask grinning up at him, but then my face falls slack with shock when he slowly begins to nod. “Wait, seriously?” I say, my eyes going wide. “I get acrown?” “It’s technically not yours,” he replies, laughing. “It belongs to the nation to be passed from Queen to Queen. But, for as long as you’re alive and we’re on the throne,” he grins widely at me, seeing the excitement on my face, “you get a crown.” “Well then let’s go!” I shout, bursting forward and heading up the steps. “What the hell are we waiting for!” ___________

"Put it on. Let mommy see how handsome you are, my little prince." "Okay," he said as he placed it on his head. Seeing that made me cry a little bit— he really does look like a prince—his true nature. The crown belongs to Julian like Satia belongs to Anisel and me. My soft whimpers turned into a loud sob. Julian rushed to my side, dropping the crown on the floor. He wondered why I was crying like I did not like something.

Kael protested. "You need titles for formal occasions," she insisted. "Traditional or innovative?" Through the bond, we considered. "The Broken Crown," Lyra said suddenly. "That is what we are. Five pieces of what should be singular authority, shattered and reformed into something new." Silence. Then slow nods. "The Broken Crown," Queen Elara repeated, testing the phrase. "The Council of Five, known as the Broken Crown. I approve." She stood, and the Court stood with her.