Jin Mori Crown Novels & Stories

They seized Lorenzo by the shoulders, driving their knees with bone-crushing force into the back of his joints. With a heavy thud, the once-mighty Head of the Family crashed onto the hard marble floor. Lorenzo thrashed, trying to force himself up, but a guard pinned his neck down, grinding his face against the freezing tiles. "Let me go! I’m the head of the Corleone family! You bastards, how dare you treat me like this!" He howled, stripped of every shred of dignity. Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass.

The car doors swung open in unison, and a stream of figures in black poured into the banquet hall. Beneath their jackets, the subtle outlines of guns hinted at danger, a chill of menace in the air. A bodyguard with utmost respect opened the door of the central stretch limo. William Vincent, the iron-fisted ruler of Northland's shadowy corners, clad in a sleek black trench coat, walked over the glittering carpet of broken glass towards me. He was the man behind the mysterious calls, my mentor in all things firearms, my ace in the hole. William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.

“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.

The hallway outside was crowded. Servants whispered excitedly, and elders smiled among themselves. The door opened, and the pack healer stepped outside. His face was brighter than I’d ever seen it. “Congratulations, Alpha. The Moon Goddess has blessed the pack. She is carrying your heir.” He announced. For one heartbeat, the entire world became perfectly still. Then cheers erupted around me. The elders clapped each other on the shoulders. Servants laughed through happy tears. Warriors lifted their fists in celebration. “Our future Alpha!”

The Crown hovered above her head. Broken. Floating. Pieces suspended in the air. And inside the shattered Crown— A woman slowly opened her eyes. Silver hair. Silver eyes. A beautiful smile. Selara. The first thing she did was look directly at the giant being beyond the gate. The second thing she did was smile. The third thing she did made every ancient being on the battlefield panic. She bowed. Not to the Empty King. Not to Aurelia. Not to the creature. To the thing beyond the gate.

“Don’t worry… I am not forcing you to stay by my side. That is why, Emery, I will give you this one last chance to decide. Will you choose to be with me or do you want to return to the eastern continent with King Lawson? If you choose the latter, I will understand and will let you go without harm. However, if you choose me now… I promise to never let you go no matter what. I will cherish you for the rest of my life no matter how many of my people would go against us. You will become the empress of the Varmore Empire and do whatever you wish to do.” He then showed her the ring that was carefully forged with expensive raw materials by the greatest jeweler in the empire. With one glance, it loo

But then, after a while, Emery showed up and she was wearing a noble lady’s dress and her hair was neatly braided and adorned with several pins, including the one with the flying, blue phoenix. “Whoah, there, Your Highness,” Jadeite stated as she got up from her seat. She walked up to Emery and stared at her from left to right with a smirk plastered on her face. Cataleena and Secorah, on the other hand, were quite speechless since it was their first time to see the assassin they knew who was not at all good at choosing good clothes and was actually dressed like a proper noble lady. “Are you returning to the capital already?” Jadeite asked.

Even in silence, he had that cool vibe that made me want to mess with him a bit. "Hey, what's your name?" "Jim." A single bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as he looked at me, catching the moonlight and sparkling so brightly it left me speechless. I tossed him a wooden bow. "Catch. You'll need this to stay alive." Jim looked confused, his brow furrowed in thought. He hurried to keep pace with me. "Aren't you curious who killed me? Or why did I end up buried in a stranger's grave?" There was a hint of anger in his voice.

The Hollow Crown sat in her hands like a living thing, It pulsed not with heat or cold, but with intention. It wanted to be worn. Not just by anyone but by her, Liora… or Nimara? She wasn’t sure anymore, All she knew was this: the moment she placed it on her head, the world would change Forever. The Council was in chaos, Some begged her to destroy the crown. Others swore loyalty before she’d even made her choice The lines were clear now: Liora’s world vs. Nimara’s truth.

Nora looked at the glowing face of Orion and clasped her hands together. “So… The people of Aradia Kingdom. I … present you the crown prince, Mr. Orion Ironheart, and request him to touch the precious stone before taking the oath and wear the silver crown also known as the Promise crown. It’s a promise that we will follow his future commands and it's also a promise that he will always prefer his kingdom over everything.” The podium was shaking due to the deafening cheering and clapping. It was an outdoor ceremony so that maximum people could attend it.