Tera Crowns Novels & Stories

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

He steps forward, bowing slightly, then extends a hand. I take it, feeling the electricity of our bond, the unspoken promise that this moment is ours. Mary leans close to me, whispering, “Go, Eva. Shine. This is your crown, your day.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. The hall is filled with our pack, allies, friends, and family. The music swells, flowers trail along the aisle, and the banners flutter above. Theo lifts the crown—crafted of silver and moonstones—and lowers it toward me.

“And she’s all ours. Here we come, Manhattan.” “What do you think of Desmond and Shawn’s crowns? I had them custom-made so no one doubts we are all together,” Brandon says. His eyes darken as he stares at me possessively, then glances at Desmond and Shawn. I shiver in response, my cheeks warming up a bit. “They’re nice,” I say, taking a good look at Desmond and Shawn’s slimmer but still beautiful golden crowns. Desmond chuckles. “We’ll wear them with pride.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of these before. “Of sorts...” Conor responded with a snicker. “It’s called a tiara and only women in the Royal Family are allowed to wear them.” Oh. A tiara. It’s pretty cute. No wonder it clattered to the table. “Men wear crowns and women wear these but yes, technically, they are all a type of hat.” I carefully took it off and put it back in the box. “You’ll have to get used to it… On Zargo, it will be part of your daily wardrobe. I have plans for at least twenty more to be made.” He explained taking the box and setting it on the floor between us. Twenty more?! I gave him a mortified look. “The Queen must show her power, Kay. What better way to do that than

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

Talia, the gray-feathered hawk flew as soon as Tori held the crown. The moment she raised the crown using her right hand to Prince Cory's head, her red eyes never left Prince Lauren's gaze. Crowing the second prince, she's declaring who owned the new emperor. THE MOMENT that the crown laid atop Prince Corean's head perfectly like it was made for him. Tori saw how the noble faction created a diversion when the majority of the royal knights leaped from the royal family's audience area towards the podium where Tori and the crowned Prince Cory were standing. "They are using the hidden passage just you as you guessed, Cory," Tori affirmed to Cory.

Jade watched in silence. Ceynol felt a sudden weight press down on him—Crown was deliberately making themselves heavier, testing his strength. He nearly laughed. His child was already challenging him. Truthfully, Crown did weigh a lot. But he wasn’t about to admit that. “I want to see one more thing before we go!” Crown exclaimed excitedly. “What is it, baby?” Jade asked. “The Paromola macrocheira!” Crown pointed toward a giant crab-like creature that resembled a monstrous spider.

The way the twins were so determined to make her happy. Jaxon slid a plate of pancakes in front of Brielle. “Eat,” he murmured. “You’re going to need strength.” Brielle gave him a look. “For the craft chaos?” “For parenting twins,” he corrected. Rose suddenly held up the crown with a proud gasp. “It’s done!” Lily clapped. “Mommy crown!” The crown was… something. It was slightly crooked. Completely covered in glitter. A little damp from too much glue. There were stickers attached that said “#1 MOM” and “SUPERHERO” and one sticker that just said “WOW.”

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

The boy she had listened to in silence, guiding, protecting, and falling in love with through every word. The Elders of the pack stepped forward, carrying the ceremonial crown: a circlet forged of silver and obsidian, etched with the runes of the ancestors. The eldest among them, a woman with hair white as snow and eyes like molten steel, approached Troy. “Kneel, son of Anderson,” she intoned, her voice reverberating with ancient power