Novel & Cerita Tera Crowns

Lyra felt the power inside her chest rise like a flood against breaking ribs. Cassian’s voice behind her. Low. Urgent. “Lyra…” She didn’t look back. The crowns fused together in midair. Bone grinding against metal. Becoming something new. Something ancient. Something waiting centuries for her hands. The Bone Crown descended slowly toward Lyra’s head. And the Hollow Queen screamed.

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

"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.

I couldn't let him say another syllable; I couldn't let Tristan smell the exact genetic frequency that linked their bloodlines before I could get the Cross syndicate enforcers to smuggle us out of the Cheshire sector. "He is a sick three-winter-old cub with a raging fever, Alpha Crowne," I said, forcing my features into a mask of pure, unbothered ice as I turned my back on his towering frame. "He calls every high-ranking player who carries a hockey stick 'Dad' because he doesn't know any better. Don't flatter yourself."

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

Hallow stepped forward, bearing a plush, crimson velvet cushion holding twin sovereign coronets—crafted of dark, forged dragon-steel intertwined with polished silver starlight-iron. Cassian reached out, taking the slender, radiant silver crown. He turned to Kira, his gaze burning with intense pride and devotion, and placed it gently upon her luminous, starlight-woven hair. Kira reached up, her fingers light and precise, setting the heavier dragon-steel crown upon Cassian’s brow. Together, they turned as one to face the assembly as co-sovereigns, officially uniting the Eastern Citadel and the Northern Royal territories under a single, invincible realm.

I said. Sebastian turned, his eyes cautious. "Anna has been by my side for years, as close as a sister. Now that she's about to walk down the aisle, it's up to me, her big sis, to hook her up with the most epic wedding gift ever, so she can make her exit in style," I said, my voice steady and clear enough for everyone up front to catch every single word. "And now that Anna's expecting, she needs extra care and protection. All the prenatal vitamins, baby clothes–nothing's going to be missing from the Caruso household."

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.