Red Crown Books Novels & Stories

He flips the pages of the book as the two names caught his attention and read it intently in a whispering tone. “HANNAH LYN MIOKI, JESSA MIOKI.” Starting with the names and the known guardian spirit of the crown princess. His intrigue mind only escalated, wondering deep and beyond into the next book and the alternate one from this, by which he calls, but reads. “Dylan’s Book.” Engulf with excitement knowing that every deal that was taken from the very first chater up to the current will be fulfilled in that world and every book. Reina’s smile flashes unto his mind, as her deal with him echoes.

While the grand duke’s protection offered some hope, it also made her wonder about her place in his home. Once in the Library room, Elen was pleasantly surprised to see it filled with books. Despite her earlier worries about forbidden books, she couldn’t help but feel excited. The grand duke’s servant brought some old books to the table, and Elen eagerly flipped through them, searching for any mention of fairies and silver werewolves. “Please call if you need anything, my lady,” the servants said before leaving the library. “Thank you,” Elen replied and began to read the books.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

Werewolves have sharp senses; it was like insulting the moon goddess's intelligence by using those human tools. “What are you looking for? I can help you.” Cein offered his help, watching the redhead with his hands held behind him. “None of your business.” Reyna hissed. She crossed over to the next section and grabbed another book. Cein trailed behind her. “Rune has assigned me the task of helping any champions that come into the library. Rejecting my help means you are going against the word of a Sage.” Reyna slammed the book in her hold onto the shelf and turned sharply to the blabbering boy. She hissed in annoyance. “You are not going to leave, are you?”

Happy reading, ~Love Crown🥰💜

I gripped my phone tight, recording every word. Jane's daughter, my cousin Angela, lived there too. Angela had a bad rep and got kicked out of the family, then just a fringe member. Her only gig was dealing cards at some shady underground casino. She took one look at me and decided she did not like what she saw. "Some people think they're all that just because they got into Camford University, but they're still mooching off my family," she sneered, without saying my name but making it clear who she meant.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

I knew that smell by heart because it had hung around me for my adolescent years. Alpha Jeremy stood there dressed lavishly like he was going to a carnival, and not a fucking pack inspection. I tried to hide my disgust, and I walked towards the group, who were now making their way towards us to welcome us to the pack. “Alpha King Nikolai, please allow me to welcome you to the North-west Pack,” Alpha Jeremy said as he stretched out his hands for a handshake. “It’s such an honour to have you here in our little town.” He was smiling too widely, and it didn’t reach his eyes. I shook his hands, and I noticed the way he twitched, like he was nervous or he had one hell of a secret to hide.

Just like that, fabric unfurled like waves, lifting coffins out of the ground as if like a magic trick. One by one, infant spirits broke free from their wooden prisons. I pointed at them, then back at Jim. "See them? Some never got to talk, some never even saw the world. They're just like you, trapped between life and death. In seven days, this place will be as spooky as it gets. Are you in? Will you fight with me, even if it's to the death?"

“So, I made myself a name! Christine, the Sorcerer of the West. It has a nice ring to it and it does sound youthful too!” Everyone thought that Christine was not scary at all. She was nice and very fun. Well, at least she broke the witch stereotype. “Now let’s discuss why you’re here.” Suddenly, the room became serious. The lively energy was gone as Christine’s face went serious. “Why are we here?” Azrael asked to lessen the tension “Azrael, you are here to stop Brody.” And in a single breathe, Christine showed them the visual of the Crimson Crest Pack.