Novel & Cerita Tera Crowns

"I'm listening?" "Well, you see... it's in the tradition. The throne shouldn't be vacant for more than a month and it's about three months now that no one has sat on the throne. So the elders and I have agreed that you'll be crowned King in two weeks time and also, your wedding will take place on the day of your coronation." "Wait...all these are too much for me."

the witch said. “And?” I asked, “Say what you have to say.” The three witches look at each other. Nerves visible in their porcelain faces. “A crown,” the witch said as she lowered her head. Frowning, I throw them a questioning look. What crown were they speaking of? “Have you heard about the Ruby Crown?” The witch asked. I shake my head. I had never heard of a Ruby Crown. I didn’t understand where they were going with this. Letting them know they could continue. I watch as they take a seat.

It was lopsided and slightly burnt at the edges, but it tasted like love and laughter. Then Seraphira and Shaelith handed me a crown, handmade from twigs and wildflowers. The twigs were darkened, slightly smoked at the edges, Shaelith’s signature, of course. A crown touched with shadow. Her version of a masterpiece. I stared at it like it was a priceless artifact. “You made this?” I asked. They nodded. I placed it gently on my head and they clapped, faces lit up like sunrise. We took pictures, so many pictures, and videos too. Laughing, making faces, creating memories I hadn’t realized I needed. And I didn’t take the crown off all day.

‘For we are both fighting for our crowns. XXX

I felt power pouring into me and Raiden’s eyes dilated, turning darker. “The crowns, please.” Tamia voiced. Andrew, Seth, Otis, and Benji all strolled forward, holding four different crowns in their hands. Two bigger ones and two smaller ones. I was confused until Tamia uttered, “Princess Katie and Prince Kyle, kindly step forward and stand with the King and Queen.” Of course, it wasn't just a coronation for Raiden and me. It's for our family and one day, the babies in my womb would get their own crowns.

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

"The crown will feel heavier than you expect, but it's designed to enhance rather than overwhelm." The crown. She'd seen it during final preparations—a circlet of crystallized starlight that seemed to hold the weight of centuries within its delicate structure. When Master Doric had placed it on her head for fitting, her vision had flooded with impressions of every royal who'd worn it before her. "Your Highness," Captain Rowan appeared at her shoulder with his characteristic silent approach, his presence somehow both reassuring and unreadable. "The crowd's response has been... enthusiastic. We've had to expand the ceremony space twice to accommodate attendance."

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Standing there after basically going all Warrior Goddess on the crowd, we continued with the ceremony. Killian gave Rian my biological mother’s crown, which was a Baroque black diamond tiara, giving off Gothic vibes for sure. In the middle of the crown was the face of a wolf, with two rubies for eyes. It was truly a work of art, and I was so lucky that it was able to be saved. I bowed in front of Rian, so he could put the crown on my head, and once that was done, I stood up straight. Throwing my shoulders back and lifting my chin up, wanting to show the shifter kingdom that I was strong, fierce, and not to be fucked with.

After what felt like an eternity of training, it was finally time for the champions to showcase what they have learned from the five Sages to the packs. The arena was a massive circle, it was surrounded by high stone walls with rows of seats stacked in layers, where the crowd watched eagerly. Roxanne and the other champions stood in a line, all dressed in a dark-gray tunic that reached their mid-thigh, with leather straps across their shoulders and waists. Their slim pants tucked into knee-high boots and leather bracers on their wrists, and their hair was pulled back tightly, with arrows on their back and their bow at their side.