Her Hidden Crowns Novels & Stories

“What ledger?” Xavier immediately began searching the shelves. “There are hundreds of files.” Lucas examined the desk. He noticed a small indentation beneath it. He pressed it. Click. A hidden drawer opened. Inside was a thick black ledger. Lucas took it out. The cover had no name. Only a silver crown. The Black Crown symbol. Lucas's eyes hardened. “This shouldn't be here.” Xavier looked at it. “Milord, that's the same symbol we've been finding everywhere.”

They made a decree to search for the lost last descendant of the Royal Family for a limited period of fifteen years, and after that, if not found then they will decide for the next beholder of the Royal Crown to continue its Legacy of Rulership and Lineage to start a new era of the new ruler with all other new rulers from another kingdom of the world to maintain the peace and balance with the other worlds. But the truth is not as simple as it seems, because not all that was heard are the full truth of what was bound to happen. Trouble is inevitable because "Ignorance is bliss" and there's "Wolf hiding in a sheep's clothing". They didn't know, that this event is one of the most historic thing

THE three disappeared from the hospital and emerged to the Altierra’s farm in Caramoan. Kharyn held the key—a medium-sized gold triangle with inscriptions written in the faerie alphabet. She chanted the spell and motioned the key in her hand. Suddenly, a blinding light appeared and formed a magic circle, and they got in.

Whatever she’s hiding, she’s spending real money to keep it hidden. Damien stared at the message until the screen went dark. The necklace. He’d been trying not to think about it, but it kept circling back like a song stuck in his head. The pendant Seraphina had been wearing was a gold chain with a red gemstone. Not ruby. Something darker. Garnet, maybe. The setting was unusual, an asymmetric bezel with a tiny vine detail along the bail. He’d noticed it because it reminded him of— No. He got up from the chair so fast it rolled backward into the bookshelf. He crossed the room, opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet by the window, the one he kept locked, the one that held things he pretended d

To avoid unnecessary trouble, I still concealed my true appearance, covering my face with mud and ash, and stuffing padding into my clothes to hide my figure. When she saw that I still looked like something unpresentable, satisfaction flickered in her eyes as she looked down at me. "Sera, a woman conquers the world by conquering men. With a face like yours, maybe you’ll have better luck in your next life." I remained silent, listening to her ridicule without reacting. "This time, the throne of the future Luna Queen is mine. You'll return everything you stole from me in the real world." Before she finished speaking, her gaze suddenly shifted past me, locking onto the three wolves beside me. H

Her father had known, which is why he wrote that letter about looking out for her. I suppressed a snort. As if I could somehow have any influence over Stephanie’s life or well-being. When the congratulations died down, Kai nodded again and led his magnificent betrothed from the room. There was a quiet moment before the doors closed, then the room erupted into gossip. “She’s a Hobbs?” someone who sounded like a Beta demanded. “Did you see the diamonds in her hair?” another probably-Beta, definitely female asked. “Goddess, where’s my damn fated mate, and why doesn’t she look like that?” an Alpha asked the world.

The other, the one clutched tightly in her arms, was Josef’s personal prototype: the 001 of the twenty-two limited pieces. If Julian saw it… the connection between her and Josef would be impossible to explain. She’d promised Josef to keep their relationship quiet for now, so she instinctively shielded it. Julian noticed. He glanced once at the box she hid, then at the pink leather watch on display—assuming the hidden box must contain the men’s pair to match it. He didn’t question it. No need. He simply closed the gemstone watch’s box again, set it on the counter, and pushed it gently toward her.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

Hopping the answer would be yes, I flipped to the introduction, the much-needed hope fluttering in my chest as I read. “From their temple origins to their violent renaissance in the Bloody War that birthed Henosis, Crowns of Shame have a complex past mixed with hope and cruelty alike. Despite its variety of intents and shapes, one thing remains the same throughout its history: the scar-tissue that defines it.” I flipped through the book, deterred by the word “scar-tissue”. I stopped at a page with a grotesque image of a man on his knees as someone carved a line across his forehead.

Cein giggled at the look on her face and he walked out of his hiding place. “Very funny,” the redhead snorted and picked up the book from the floor. She read the title and realized it wasn't what she sought. She placed it back in its position and grabbed the next book but suddenly, Cein was in front of her, smiling wide and large, just like the glasses on his face. Reyna ignored him with a tsk. She wondered why the brothers chose to embarrass themselves with these glasses when they did not need them. Werewolves have sharp senses; it was like insulting the moon goddess's intelligence by using those human tools.