Tera Crowns Novels & Stories

Zared is wearing a suit with a tailcoat in the same navy blue as me, with black accents. When we asked my father where we could find crowns he said he would arrange that part. That they are a gift from the dragon rulers to us. We haven’t seen them yet and I’m nervous about that. We have planned our capital city but it has yet to be built. For the ceremony we have created a blueprint of the castle on the grounds with stones and rope. The ceremony will be outside where the throne room will be.

"Miss Yona Lady, we made you something!" "We made everyone something." "So you won't forget us!" They held up a bunch of flower crowns, the flowers made out of carefully cut pieces of cloth. The village used crowns like that for costume pieces, but there was one for each of the elite members of the team, Celine, Angelica and Zephrain. Celine put hers on immediately and hugged the little girls. She felt emotional inside but had to keep it just inside. When she stood back up, she met Marjien's eyes and walked over to her, holding out her arms.

Jade shouted, and a fourth celestial crown appeared behind her head! Chad and Marshawn stood up simultaneously; their eyes were filled with astonishment!

Stepping past her, I walked toward the altar and released my pressure without restraint. In that instant, every werewolf present, including her, dropped to their knees, unable to resist. "Open your eyes and look carefully." I glanced down at her from above. "Who told you it would be those three competing for the throne? "The one who will step onto that throne is me. Seraphina." Camilla’s face twisted slightly at my words, her eyes burning with jealousy. When I withdrew my pressure, she gritted her teeth and spat out one final threat. "Stop bluffing! Our capital is building a new civilization. Once winter passes, I’ll personally lead an army and crush your filthy den!"

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

**PROJECT CROWNLESS — STATUS: ACTIVE** The smile that curved his lips was slow, deliberate. “Crowns fall,” he said softly. “But thrones?” He watched the screen, eyes sharp. “They’re always waiting.”

“Isn’t it magnificent? Think of all the eligible gentlemen inside—earls, dukes, perhaps even foreign princes!” “And one crown prince,” their father added pointedly, his stern gaze fixed on Priscilla. “Remember why we are here.” Isabelle gazed up at the palace—an imposing monolith of white marble and vast windows that reflected the late afternoon sun like a thousand watching eyes. Towers ascended toward the heavens, and intricate stone carvings adorned every cornice and column. It was beautiful, yes, but beautiful in the way a bird of prey was beautiful— magnificent and terrifying in equal measure.

After introducing us to his parents, Matt excused himself to entertain the other guests, leaving us alone with the buffet table. The sight of the food instantly made my stomach growl. The moment I tasted it, it honestly felt like heaven. After eating, I poured myself a glass of red wine when suddenly Crow and Chloe entered the house, instantly drawing everyone’s attention. Including mine. My eyes locked on him immediately. Crow wore a navy blue tuxedo that fit his lean yet muscular frame perfectly, paired with black pants and polished shoes. He looked flawless. No wonder people called him the university’s Mr. Perfect.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

He fucked her like she was the last thing he’d ever hold, hands bruising, mouth worshipping and wrecking her in the same breath. When they were done, they didn’t separate. The alarms screamed, the Tower shook, but there was only the two of them—tangled, marked, indivisible. Domenik pressed his forehead to hers. “There’s only ever been one crown in this city.” Eirwen smiled, savage and true. “And it’s ours.” Footsteps hammered down the corridor. Wolves, survivors, or worse. Domenik picked up his gun, handed her the drive. “We finish this together.”