Rejected, Then Crowned Novels & Stories

"What do you even take me for? Is it that hard to reject me huh?" Even with those smiles, tears were already gathered in her eyes. "If at all I don't have any interest in you, I wouldn't hesitate to reject you. But since you're the one who doesn't want me, why not do that?" She voiced out in tears. He stood up and came down from his throne. "You can reject me if you wish, but Ophelia is the one I choose to crown." "I just hope the moon goddess will reject her so you'll become stranded." She retorted.

"Which apparently they have." I sat on the edge of the bed, my body still humming from the claiming but my mind racing. "So what happens if I refuse?" "The coronation doesn't proceed. The bond is still valid, but you can't be crowned queen without completing all the traditional rites." "And if I do it and the magic rejects me?"

A stranger was about to take the crown that was mine. Casbian paused at the door and glanced back. "You will attend the ceremony." His gaze dragged over my bruised and marked body. No guilt in his eyes. No disgust. Nothing. "You'll stand in the back row of the gallery. Kneeling. With the servants." "You will bow to the new Luna." "If you make a scene—if Lydia, or anyone else, discovers what you really are—" He didn't finish. He bent low and patted my sweat-slicked face.

he whispered, pupils blown wide, “he’s done it.” Koa, meditating in the sparring yard, gasped as the ground itself hummed. His wolf dropped to its belly, whimpering with reverence. For the first time in years, Koa’s stoic mask fractured, his eyes burning gold. “The bond is complete,” he muttered, voice raw. “The Crownless has been crowned… not with metal, but with blood and flame.”

" Lord Ruckus, just do this. It is for this moment alone. You won't have to kneel before anyone in this lifetime again. Besides, you are not really going on your knees because of him. You are kneeling for a friend. " The words of Badmus were the exact things that he really needed to hear right now. He could agree with that. He was going on his knees for the crown and not for anyone. He went on his knees. Enrique lifted the shining crown. " By the power vested in me, I crown you the new alpha king of the red moon pack!!" He placed the crown right on his head . " All hail the alpha king!!" Badmus shouted. The same chant went off into the air.

He steps forward, bowing slightly, then extends a hand. I take it, feeling the electricity of our bond, the unspoken promise that this moment is ours. Mary leans close to me, whispering, “Go, Eva. Shine. This is your crown, your day.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. The hall is filled with our pack, allies, friends, and family. The music swells, flowers trail along the aisle, and the banners flutter above. Theo lifts the crown—crafted of silver and moonstones—and lowers it toward me.

Hopefully, it won’t get too suffocating for her. When she got to Octavia, the rituals started, and she took her oats. After taking her oats, Octavia wore the crown for her. There was cheering in the ballroom as she turned around. After she was crowned, the head warrior was also crowned. So now it is Archie’s turn to get crowned, and that is what everyone is anticipating.

The next day, just at the breaking of the day, Grandpa hands his cloth wore after bath. Ready for the meeting. Isabella, having known her fate, has no choice but to quit from Christian, as Christian will be sent into the battlefield where he will be killed. Going with this, Isabella is fully disqualified to be crowned the queen. She has defiled herself with a mere bodyguard. "Crown me the king." Atlas stood on his feet. "Never." The two kingmakers echo.

Whispered erupted within the crowd, and I felt the eyes of everyone in the room dart between me and Alexander. Alexander and I had spent months orchestrating this very moment, and we were ready. As the initial shockwave of the King’s announcement rippled through the room, I gave Alexander a nod and a wink. He returned gesture with a small smile, his shoulders set in determination. I knew he still felt overwhelmed, but he was masking it perfectly. He stood tall and proud, ready to take on the role of Crown Prince with all the grace and poise he could muster.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.