Jessica Fantasy Crown Novels & Stories

“But now… it looks like it was about you.” “And Haunter,” Candy added gravely. “That crown—it wasn’t yours. It was his.” I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. The same mate who’d rejected me… the one who still haunted my every breath… was now in a vision of the end. Wearing a cursed crown and standing over my dead body? “I need answers,” I said suddenly, standing up. Jimmy gave me a worried look. “And where do you plan on getting those? The pack library’s not exactly loaded with ‘How Not To Die From Your Frozen Goddess Curse’ manuals.”

she replied, and her voice was the shrill hollow echo which I felt vibrating within my skull. “The Iron Collar is his parasite, Jessica. It imbibes the magic of your soul before you can think of anything. It feasts on your fear. It is drunk on that... fire... that he put in you.” “I cannot help it,” I cried, another jolt of excitement causing my hips to jerk against the carpet. "It takes everything. I'm empty."

“yes!! Jade please help me she… she is so innocent and naive… she is not understanding me, they.. they will destroy her life… I thought about this.. if Ana is saying then she must have been very innocent… cause Ana was genius to scan a person’s personality… “Okay!! I will help you..” “Really? Thank you buddy you are really my best friend…” Ana jumped in happiness… and Jade smiled… “but.. how.. how can you take her away?” Well that’s my matter.. a smirk appear on my face thinking of my way to escape that girl.. let’s see who that girl is..

“What nonsense. Gerald is sick, and it’ll cost too much to hire a Moon Priestess from other packs to cure him. After we leave, we have to live a frugal life too. We’re not abandoning Claire. We’re just trying not to drag her down with us.” Gerald nodded with a smile and approved of what Jelena said. They were waiting for me to break down and demand an answer from them or to beg Gerald not to abandon me, just like in the past. But I just calmly asked them whether they had acquired the right to change their territory yet. Gerald was stunned before he nodded. “Of course. We’ve gone through the procedure.” “Good.” I turned to David. “Since they don’t want their original territory anymore, buy it

Until I imagined it was Elizabeth on her knees. Blushing. Obedient. Looking up at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Like a shot of ecstasy, my cock stiffened. Those damn eyes. Sweet, wide, and on fire. Jessica's hands moved to my belt, the other caressing my length like she’d earned it. But it wasn’t her. It was the fantasy of Elizabeth being a good girl, kneeling for me, her small hands wrapping around my cock, lips parting— “Damn,” Jessica whispered. “Your dick is huge.”

We move fast but carefully, the silence broken only by the occasional whisper of paper and the crackle of fire. After what feels like an hour, Jasmine suddenly gasps. “Is this it?” She says, rushing to my side with a book open in her hands. She points at a detailed illustration. My breath catches. It’s the exact same necklace. “It looks exactly like mine,” I say, grabbing the book. She reads aloud from the passage beneath it. “‘This necklace is crafted only for the Alpha Queen, passed down through generations. Worn as a symbol of divine right and unity, its magic binds the bloodline to the throne.’”

Just which Alpha was she referring to, and why did they want me involved in this coronation ceremony? My reveries were abruptly interrupted by the sudden appearance of Jessica, her hair wrapped in a bright turban as she held up two elegantly decorated dresses. "Good morning, sister!" she beamed, thrusting the gowns in my face. "Since you are the only one I know here, I thought I should ask you to help me pick which one I should wear." I scowled, pushing myself up from the bed. "Go ask your fiancé, bitch," I muttered, the mere thought of Robert still sending a jolt of dislike through me. "I'm not interested in your fashion choices, or you."

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

Without thinking twice, she dips her mouth and sips on it. Queen Miranda heaved down the light sighs as she stared at Jessica while she nosed grinned. Jessica hands turned to wings and her eyes turned red. Her body went into a sudden transformation in which wrinkles appear on her body. She looked age than she is, claws emanate from her fingers, her mouth sinks in. She slowly raises her head up and stares at their leader, whose face was covered with a hood cap. Queen Miranda kingdom Jessica was lied on a bed and locked in a room.