She Got Crown I Got Cremated Novels & Stories

It was the eve of their ancestors’ death anniversary, a solemn occasion that held deep significance for their family. As they approached the altar, Sevena took her place at the center, her presence commanding reverence. She was the matriarch of their family, a powerful werewolf with centuries of wisdom and strength coursing through her veins. Her eyes, a piercing shade of amber, held a quiet intensity as she prepared to lead the ritual. “Tonight, we gather to honor the spirits of our ancestors,” Sevena began, her voice carrying a solemn tone that echoed through the clearing. “They have guided us and watched over us, and tonight, we pay tribute to their memory.”

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…

“What!” “Yes. She died a month ago. She couldn’t hang onto life anymore.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. She’s finally free of the painful misery she’s in. She’s finally set free from me. The one who caused her to be the way she is.” Tears were forming in his elder eyes. “So, the marigold flower doesn’t work,” questioned Crown Prince. “Apparently not. At least not for us,” said his Great-Uncle Joseph. Crown Prince frowned at his words. “Then who does it help?”

That one sentence made Lunatte frown, not immediately understanding what was said by Alex on the other side. She quite understood what cremation meant. A funeral procession by burning someone’s corpse to ashes. But she didn’t believe that it was Adrian who was burned. All of this made her feel very confused. She didn’t know what had happened before she came here. She was sure there were many things she had missed all this time. She firmly believed that there were many problems that her husband went through before and then just disappeared as if swallowed by the earth.

The extent of his burns had rendered him almost unrecognizable. The following day, a news article emerged. It was titled, "Newgate Corporation's Boss Found Dead in a Restaurant Fire." In the afternoon, when Mr. Walter's family arrived to claim his body, they were informed he had already been cremated. Upon learning about this, his family made a scene at the restaurant. The restaurant manager explained that due to the severe burns that had left Mr. Walter's body beyond recognition, he had taken the initiative to proceed with cremation. Mr. Walter's wife threatened to sue the restaurant.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and, amid her frightened screams, quickly snipped it into a ruined mess. She shrieked, "My hair!" I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you say you wanted to ruin my face earlier? To the point that no werewolf will ever look in my way again?" Julia's eyes snapped wide as color faded from her face. She tried to scramble back in terror. I took the crown box and opened it slowly right in front of her. The silver crown glittered under the lights, a cruel contrast to how disheveled and pathetic she looked.

Was my love for him reason enough to justify endless sacrifice? Because I was meek and sensible, did that mean I had to yield over and over again? A sharp ache seized my heart, stealing my breath. At last, with trembling fingers, I picked up the pen that felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and signed my name. He pulled me into his arms, relieved. "Adam, don't worry. I won't let you down. Once this is over, I'll remarry you. You can stay here as before. Your identity will only change for a short while."

She screamed and stumbled back, trying to claw it off. Vincent desperately pulled at the silk with his burning hands, but it wouldn't catch fire, instead, the threads glowed even brighter and twisted into a crown upon her head. Her vision blurred to red as voices pressed into her head: “Bride. Bride. Bride.” The First Bride emerged from the dark, getting closer with her ruined face just inches away from Camela’s. “There. Perfect. Every bride wears a crown.” Vincent roared, his flames erupting high enough to shake the walls as he grasped the silk crown with both hands, searing his palms in an attempt to yank it off her head.

Rowan looks like he's mourning something. "The servant girl," Rowan said finally. "Elise. The one who saw you in the throne room that first night." Daemon's hands went still on his breeches. "She's dead. Marcus had her killed. We know this." "Her body was found this morning." Rowan's voice was absolutely flat. "Not in the kitchen where they buried her. In the palace gardens. Displayed. Arranged. With..." He stopped. His jaw tightened. "With a message carved into her skin."

her words sparked something in me. "Golden Queen, thats what you said at the coronation. I don't understand how can I be the Golden queen if she died. Why is she buried here and what does any of this have to do with what just happened back there?" Questions flowing out of me like an uncontrollable faucet.