Stone Crown Fear And Hunger Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 86 •••••Aurora's POV••••• I stare mesmerized at the silver crystal crown on the top of the velvet pillow. The crown was made of sapphire, emerald and other precious stones shining as they glorified its beauty and the sign of moon on top of it showing the symbol of the moon goddess. Taking a deep breath I untangled my hand from Leonidas and stepped ahead and kneeled in front of the Bishop just the way Astraea explained to me and Lowered my head as I felt total silence and realised that The crowd have stopped Cheering as soon as I kneeled.

“Here. No one approaches the crown because of fear. It is said that if you stare at the crown, you will lose your mind. That happened once to a student.” “Why do you want to see it, then? To show the others that you get close?” he said as he started walking in the direction Vivian pointed. The two clung to him in fear that someone would suddenly come out of the rooms even though they were closed. He couldn’t blame them because their fear was valid.

Only a small, carved scale pressed into the wax. She broke it open. Inside, written in neat, unfamiliar script: He sees you. Do not trust the crown. Seraphina read it twice before folding it closed. Outside her window, the bells had stopped. The world was silent again, waiting. She looked at her reflection in the glass, pale, calm, eyes steady. “If he wants a storm,” she whispered, “I’ll give him one.” The mark on her palm flared faintly in answer, its light soft and cold as the moon.

"We're from Harmony Hospital. I'm Dr. Lane, and I'll determine whether she's actually sick or not." The results came quickly. I was indeed sick, but not mentally. My body showed excessive levels of heavy metals, evidence of chronic poisoning. "That's impossible!" Hazel shouted, eyes widened. However, she quickly put on her facade. "Max was perfectly fine. How could she be suffering from chronic poisoning? I don't believe it. We need our doctor to check." She turned to me. "Max, tell them. Do you trust him or us?" I straightened my clothes and let out a cold laugh. "I trust Dr. Lane, of course. He's been my dad's friend for years. He practically watched me grow up."

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…

They rattle as I battle with them, and I’m only now feeling their sting. A few do break in the effort. But the Fiery lotus in my veins quickly exhausts me. When I step beyond the granite to chase the King, he hurriedly moves away from my reach. “If anything happens to Heidi, I will become that which you fear the most,” I hiss, saliva mingling with my words. The Umbra Crown doesn’t show fright. Instead, he lets laughter roll from his lungs. “The only thing I fear the most is about to be eliminated by you, General.”

I snap. Silence follows. Then his arms are around me. Tight. Unshakable. “Then believe in me,” he whispers. I curl into him. “I’m scared,” I admit. “What if I’m not strong enough? What if the moment I forge the Crown, I lose everything that makes me me?” “Then I’ll remind you,” he says. “Over and over. Flame and storm, remember?” “Storm and flame,” I echo. **** Rowan slams a map onto the table, scattering the runes in the process.

Episode 46: The First Hunger’s Rebellion The First Hunger was a creature of singular purpose. For eons, it had been the apex predator of the multiverse, a skeletal titan that consumed realities as if they were nothing more than appetizers. It had never known doubt. It had never known fear. It only knew the gnawing, endless ache of a void in its own gut that demanded to be filled. But the "Certainty" was not food. But something different and bad to the soul.

"It’s dangerous. A simple meal and a kind word, and I’m ready to follow you into any storm." I pressed closer. "I'm hungry, Connor." "The meat is nearly seared." "I'm not talking about the food." Without a word, he turned, his eyes glowing amber in the dim light. He swept me off my feet, the dinner forgotten as he carried me toward the hearth to fulfill a much more primal hunger. Later that night, the digital scrolls were buzzing with news of the Pacific Crown Gala, set for three suns from now. Connor glanced at the glowing screen before looking down at me, my head resting on his chest.