Tera Crowns Novels & Stories

She held out her hand, and for a second, the white void slowed down. "I can see the text underneath!" Mina shouted over the rising wind of the void. "It’s not being destroyed... it’s being Struck Through! Someone is drawing a line through the South’s history!" Suddenly, a shadow fell over the grey village. The Giant Crow we had seen on our roof plummeted from the sky, landing atop the blurred remains of the village well. It was six feet tall, its feathers made of shredded black silk. In its beak, it held a pair of Silver Scissors, the kind used by a Master Tailor, but large enough to decapitate a man.

Once I was close enough, the three jewels emerged from their containers on their own, attaching to the crown with some kind of magic, or perhaps with ghostly hands; it was hard to tell. As the jewels settled into their ancient settings on the crown, a shock wave of pure energy burst outward, knocking several people off their feet. The crown rose into the air, hovering at eye level as it pulsed with power, its colours blending in perfect harmony: moonsilver, sunlight gold, forest green, and celestial blue. "The Harmony Crown," Sebastian breathed, his normally composed features slack with awe. "Fully awakened for the first time in centuries."

he breathed into her ear before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. He pulled away, grasping Klara around her waist. “We have joined in Mateship, now we have joined in rank. What say you?” Marc addressed the crowd. Klara tried to remember who it was that was in the room during the coronation. It was higher level wolves, she remembered that much. “Here, here!” A voice called, soon to be followed by all in the room. Marc guided her back to her own throne as he sat in his. Their hands still clasped in one another’s.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

Then Rowan shouted from below. Then: "NOW WOULD BE A GREAT TIME TO WIN!" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the beam fired. BOOOOOOOOOOM! Reality screamed. The attack crossed the distance instantly. Impossible to dodge. Impossible to block. Then every Crown ignited. Immediately. The First Crown. The Third Crown. The Fourth Crown. The Sixth Crown. All of them. Together. Their power surged through the battlefield. Then Ava screamed. Then: "THOMAS!"

Elowen squinted against the glare, letting her eyes adjust. Shapes resolved. Two ranks of Tribunal enforcers in riot armor, stun‑lances at ready. Vehicles with their engines low and hungry. On the flanks, shield projectors thrummed, a high, glassy note beneath the deeper engines. The distant gleam of scopes caught from elevated rigs. And at the center, standing in a deliberate cone of light, Crowe. His suit was immaculate. His coat hung just right. His hair had been slicked back into the kind of order that said he’d had time to plan this, to rehearse it.

Timeline: Ten years after wedding SPRING RENEWAL FESTIVAL The flower crown was Kael's idea. "Papa needs one too," he said, holding up a crown made of intertwined spring blooms with the conviction of a ten-year-old who had decided something was true and was presenting it as settled fact. Cassian looked at the crown. "That's not—" "Traditional," Kael said. "I know. I made it a tradition. Effective immediately." "You can't simply decide—"

When she rose, the glow beneath her skin caught the light and scattered it across the walls. The day of her coronation had begun. The city of Valoria had never seen such light. Dawn poured through the clouds like molten glass, spilling across the temple spires and the marble terraces below. Bells answered one another from every quarter, their echoes folding into a single, rolling thunder that seemed to shake the sky.

“That’s not a thing.” “It is absolutely a thing.” The corner booth was occupied again. Like it had been waiting. Mara slid Jamie a glass. “Same order.” Jamie wiped his hands on his apron. His pulse picked up, annoying and insistent. He approached slower this time, aware of the way his body felt; too visible, too warm.