Shattered Crown Novels & Stories

The king grabbed the handle and saw that it was a dagger exquisitely made. The tip of the handle was a mixture of silver and gold seemingly woven over each other. Between the handle and the blade was a dark grey gemstone shaped like a shield and its crossguard and quillon were shaped like that of a wave. Securing the dark grey gemstone, two silver and gold snakes crossed over each other with their tails ending at the edge of the crossguard.

I nodded to Nathan and we both got out of the car slowly, not really sure if we wanted to go in. I stepped over the threshold of the place I called home for the past few months. The once spotless foyer laid out destroyed in front of my eyes. The pristine tile was crumbling under the once majestic chandelier that gravity helped explode on the shining surface. Glass littered the ground that wasn't occupied from other debris. The dark pattern of a wolf and moon was almost indistinguishable by now.

She realized that this was not just a crown but a symbol of everything she had fought against, everything she had feared. With a swift movement, the reflection’s fingers danced around the shards, the air around them tinged with a spectral glow. Each piece sang with energy, vibrating with stories of those who had worn the crown before. Autumn could feel their whispers, the triumphs and tragedies resonating through the air, urging her to understand, to embrace the legacy that echoed in her blood.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

Cassia Blackwood stood in the remnants of the life she had once so carefully curated, watching as the perfect world she had built crumbled around her. The elegant townhouse she had once ruled with grace and power felt more like a prison now, its walls closing in on her as the reality of her situation became impossible to ignore.

“You already took everything.” The fissure yanked— and Magnus was dragged beneath the ice. Silence slammed across the battlefield. The giants froze— then collapsed, shattering into dust. The Bone Crown lay alone on the frozen ground, cracked, dim, weak. Lyra walked toward it. Every wolf watched. Every Alpha held their breath. Vale followed at her side. She stopped above the shattered Crown. It no longer radiated power. Just ruin. Cassian whispered, “So… what now?”

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

I pulled. The crown tore free with a sickening wet sound. The silver burned in my hands, but I held it. I stumbled forward, my body suddenly light, hollow, empty. I looked at the Heartstone. The chains were pulsing. The light was fading. I raised the crown above my head. The old wolf was watching me, his face unreadable. I didn't think. I didn't breathe. I threw the crown. It struck the Heartstone with a flash of blinding silver light. The chains snapped. The stone roared, a sound that shook the mountain to its foundations. The light exploded outward, and I was thrown back, crashing against the tunnel wall.

“I finally have the missing piece.” ​The Crown Blade shattered into a thousand glittering shards in Aurelith's hand. And as the Veil tore wide open, the darkness rushed in to consume them all.

Chapter fifty two / The Shattered Crown Darling Kate pov The air between us and Prince Oberon didn't just freeze; it shattered. The dark, corrupted frost rolling off his broadsword hissed as it collided with the brilliant, snapping starlight radiating from Astraea’s Aegis band, creating a localized shockwave of steam and ozone that blew the falling snow back up into the violet sky. Oberon sneered, his regal features twisting into something monstrous as he raised his weapon, unleashing a barrage of black ice spears that screamed across the courtyard straight for my daughter.