Lirik Lagu Crown Novels & Stories

Two years ago, Wren Voss took the blame for a crime that wasn't hers, to save the only family she'd ever known. She expected forgiveness. She got a labor quarry, silver in her water, and a wolf that stopped answering her. Now she's free and nothing was waiting for her. Her brother has a new sister to protect. Her mother has a new daughter to fuss over. The only debt Wren still owes this family is one she never agreed to. She isn't planning revenge. She's planning an exit, starting with asking for a mate she doesn't love, just enough to leave for good. But the Lycan King has started asking questions this household doesn't want answered. And the alpha who was never supposed to look twice at

Lyra frowned. "The Crown doesn't give us our abilities." "No," Aria whispered. "It strengthens them." Lyra continued. Aria, you will see the bonds. Lyra, you will break them. But neither of you should ever attempt to control what you cannot understand. A second sheet was attached. This one contained a drawing of the Moon Crown. Underneath it was a warning. The Crown amplifies intention. Lyra stared at the sentence. "Intention?" Aria nodded slowly. "If you use it to free someone, it will strengthen that."

Corren asked quietly. “Yes,” Declan answered without hesitation. “And you trust me to hold what you lay down?” “With my life.” Silence stretched—not strained, but weighted with years of shared battles and brotherhood. Corren inclined his head. “Then I will take the Verdant Crown.” Relief crossed Declan’s face—not escape, but trust honored. “We’ll announce it together,” Corren said after a moment, his voice steady but quiet. “Not as an abdication, but as a changing future for all.”

We looked like the perfect couple, deeply in love, as if my pain had never existed. However, deep down, I was the only one who knew about the raging inferno of revenge that was burning inside me. After a brief exchange of pleasantries with the Brown family's elder Donna, Nolan moved on to mingle with the other mafia leaders. Meanwhile, I seized the moment when no one was paying attention to stride up to the banquet hall's central stage. "Ladies and gentlemen," I began, clearing my throat and switching on the microphone, "I'm grateful to the Browns for inviting me to this evening's gathering. I'd like to take this opportunity to make three announcements..."

The great doors close with a sound like breaking bones, leaving me alone with the ache of this cursed crown and the weight of a kingdom built on graves. The crown itself pulses against my temples, its once-brilliant gold now tarnished to the color of old blood. It used to shine like captured sunlight, a beacon of hope and righteous rule. Now it hums with an endless network of hairline cracks, each fracture a spider's thread of corruption spreading deeper into the metal and into me. Each break is a reminder that nothing in this world remains unbroken: not thrones built on noble intentions, not bloodlines stretching back to heroes of legend, not oaths sworn under starlight with hearts full of

And by the time I realized what was happening, I was subdued and submerged beneath the great waves. "Come to us , Kylie. Come to us and take this crown." A voice whispered in my head, soothingly and seductively as I felt the water pressing down on me. I tried to resist it. To fight it and swim back to the surface, but it felt like there was greater power numbing me, and only pulling me under. "take this crown, and take it all." The voice allured, "Take this crown, and all dominion will be yours." the voice roared and a very eerie laughter followed after.

My whole body tenses when I take the crown, heart pounding wildly in my chest. “We’ve gone through the rules, we’ve gone through every procedure and now it’s time for your king to crown his queen,” Gaza’s shrill voice rings out. “All rise!” The crowd rises, a massive sea of bodies. “Your Majesty, the King, Alpha Cassian Vale,” he pauses, “please, crown your queen.” Lysandra faces me, my throat closes and I will my hands not to tremble. “You can smile a little, Cassian,” she taunts in a whisper.

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

"I'm listening?" "Well, you see... it's in the tradition. The throne shouldn't be vacant for more than a month and it's about three months now that no one has sat on the throne. So the elders and I have agreed that you'll be crowned King in two weeks time and also, your wedding will take place on the day of your coronation." "Wait...all these are too much for me."