Tera Crowns Novels & Stories

"Vera does not want to be elected. She wants the crown the old way. The way that carries more legitimacy than any vote." "The ritual," I say. "The ritual needs the crown held by an ancient right, not a modern one. A voted crown is not the same instrument as a combat crown. She knows this. She has always known this." Queen Alara sets the document down. "This was always the plan." --- Kael finds me outside twenty minutes later. I am standing in the same field where we buried Dag. The ground is still soft there. The day is cold and flat and the sky is the color of something that has not decided yet.

Peaceful. Completely insane. And somehow… My twin ruled all of it with his weird husband though. Honestly every time I remembered Jayden was technically an actual king now, my brain malfunctioned a little. Like excuse me? We literally grew up threatening people together in New York and now this idiot sat on a supernatural throne somewhere hidden from the human world. Life was weird. “With the new treatment they’ll be okay,” Jayden answered softly behind me before pulling me gently against his chest. I relaxed into him instantly.

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

Thursday arrived, and I got ready for my shift at the pub. I took a quick shower, then put on my Crowns uniform, which consisted of a green, low-cut T-shirt with an embroidered crown on my left breast, and tight black pants. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and put some mascara on. As much as I hated it, the more makeup I wore, the better my tips at the pub were. The same went for the amount of cleavage I showed, which meant I needed to buy good bras that showed the girls off—not that I needed any because I was naturally busty. But when in Rome, right?

And I think the Moon Goddess hasn't just taken me to her kingdom yet, so that I can witness the rebirth of the monarchy. Drake advances with 3 other alphas. In the hands of the 3 alphas, 3 crowns on a cushion. - Queen Katniss, we took the liberty of having our best craftsmen make these crowns. All the packs present, and even those represented here by others, contributed with gold. The contribution was so great that it was enough to make 100 crowns. The gold that remains will be the fund for the royal army. 3 simple chairs, which Drake had asked Alex's parents for, are brought to the bottom of the stairs and the 3 mates go down and sit down.

Hopping the answer would be yes, I flipped to the introduction, the much-needed hope fluttering in my chest as I read. “From their temple origins to their violent renaissance in the Bloody War that birthed Henosis, Crowns of Shame have a complex past mixed with hope and cruelty alike. Despite its variety of intents and shapes, one thing remains the same throughout its history: the scar-tissue that defines it.” I flipped through the book, deterred by the word “scar-tissue”. I stopped at a page with a grotesque image of a man on his knees as someone carved a line across his forehead.

"We've lost enough time already." They helped Rosemary to her feet. She shifted briefly to cosmic form to recover energy, then materialized back into physical form wearing a simple white dress that Elder Chen had provided for the ceremony. The coronation took place in the main Council chamber. It wasn't the grand ceremony that had been planned—there were no crowds, no elaborate decorations, just the essential witnesses and the critical rituals. But it was enough. Elder Marcus brought out the Crown of Stars—a delicate circlet made of silver and gemstones that actually glowed with inner light.

"Long live Alpha Zeke! Long live Luna Marelyn!" Aiden brings the crown over and plants one on my head first. He bows and then places the last one on Marelyn's head. We are holding hands as we mark history. One that will last forever. The crowd stands and cheers us. The coronation is over. It's official. Moon Grove now sits at Carodia's top, and all I've ever wanted happens. But I'm rejoicing too soon. An apparition appears at the centre of the room. Wolves gasp and clear away from the danger of the unknown. I see a figure trapped in the shadows. It's Tuiren. Our goddess.

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

He said that he has made a drawing inside his mind that how should it looks like. Not long after the Drums changed their beats. Everyone starts looking toward the golden door from where I came in. There was Iron Coyote, He was holding Something in his hand covered with a beautiful gold thread made the cover...As he moved closer he stopped and reveal what he was holding. The crown that I am to wear is revealed to my eyes. It is a great, tall crystal headdress that matches my wedding outfit. Rows of crystal stick straight up in the air, and even more dangle from those. It's truly the most beautiful thing. The jewel was antique. I have never seen anything as beautiful as this...I bend down to l