Märchen Crown Manga Novels & Stories

I didn't see or feel anything, but I had a feeling Orna's dragon did. The dragon stumbled back with a roar. She looked agitated and surprised once again. "Magic." She grunted, looking at me with wide eyes. "That is impossible. Only the crown has magic, not the wearer of the crown." "But you know who I am. You chose me only for that reason, didn't you, Orna, Kendra, whoever the fuck you are? Azura's blood runs in my veins, and her power stays true in my soul, and as long as I am alive, no one is getting their fucking dirty hands on the crown. My crown. And my kingdom."

The crown sparkled in the sunlight, made with silver branches shaped like moonlight vines. Kendrick turned to Rina and said, “With this crown, I name you Luna of the Crystal Pack, my equal, my heart, and the mother of our heirs.” He placed the crown on her head. For a brief moment, there was silence, and then the entire crowd erupted in a thunderous cheer. The sound of howls filled the air, echoing across the hills. Wolves shifted in excitement, lifting their heads to the sky. The music began again, louder this time, and flowers were thrown into the air.

“When the time comes.” He lifts his hand and presses his fingers against my forehead. Heat floods my skull, but not pain. Memory and magic. Visions crash into me: A wolf wrapped in flame standing at the mouth of a burning forest. A woman with eyes like Zenith’s, cradling a newborn wrapped in silver light. A throne made of obsidian, cracked straight through the middle. A war. A kiss. A howl that splits the sky. And then, his voice, soft again. “Awaken, Crownless One.”

Mom staggered back, then lunged at me with her fingers clamping down on my neck. "How dare you curse your own brother. You're just a wild wolf, never truly one of the pack. Don't worry, when my time comes, I'll make sure to drag you down with me, so you can never harm a hair on my son's head." Her grip was unyielding, and as I gasped for air, a vision flashed before me. An orange sports car speeding down a winding mountain road. It was the flashy convertible my trust fund brother had just bought.

Windsor aka one of the Crown Boys). This author also has more stories under his belt including Taming The Wild Alpha, The Wolf Prince, Lone Wolf, Bound to the Demon King, and many others. Feel free to check those out, you might end up finding something you like and enjoy! Have a grand day and stay safe! Yours, A. R.

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

They looked hollow and pale, and her skin looked fragile, almost as if she would pass away from starvation soon. I stepped closer to her and used my royal runes before asking her to tell me the truth. Nobody could resist the royal runes, and soon she was spilling the truth about Alpha Jeremy and how he bandoned them, despite promising heaven and earth after her son’s death. I turned back to look at him with a cold smirk, and he was turning red with embarrassment. These common Alphas never learn that you don’t lie to a royal wolf.

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

Bart leaped into the sand arena and strode toward me with his large, clawed hands raised. "Mindy, just cutting your hair wasn't satisfying enough. Now, let's see what kind of filthy body is hiding under that school uniform." I clutched the collar of my uniform with an iron grip, my icy gaze piercing through Bart and straight toward Mr. Rocha on the high platform. "Are you sure you want to do this? If you lay a hand on me today, the consequences will be more than your entire academy can bear." Mr. Rocha scoffed. "More than we can bear? And just who do you think you are? Princess of the Lumin werewolf kingdom?"