The Broken Crown Wow Novels & Stories

On Christmas Eve, Anna dragged me to a bar to celebrate. “Cheers to our queen of agricultural research!” she exclaimed, raising her glass with a radiant smile. For once, I let loose, drinking one glass after another. As the alcohol hit me, I staggered to my feet, intending to go to the restroom. I stumbled, nearly falling, but a warm embrace caught me steadily. Dazed, I looked up into a pair of golden eyes. It was a face I often saw on TV news—Sebastian Kruger, the Alpha King.

she snapped. “Sorry Ja, I just can’t help it. I thought you only got flowers and chocolates, but then there’s this,” he responded as he showed her what he has in hand. She looked at it closely and it took her a while to realize that it was a charm bracelet. “Where did you get that?” Honey asked. “It was tied to one of the stems,” he replied. He then walked towards Jada and put it on her wrist. “There you go! A replacement for the one you threw away!” he happily announced.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

The Hollow Crown pulsed wildly, as if desperate to maintain control. And then, with a scream that tore through the chamber, Rael reached up and grasped the cursed crown. The moment his fingers touched it, darkness erupted. The entire Keep trembled, the walls groaning as fractures spider-webbed across them. The floor beneath them cracked, sending debris tumbling into the abyss below. The Hollow Crown resisted, its tendrils digging deeper into Rael’s flesh, trying to bind him forever. But Rael would not be caged.

“Failing how?” “The land is turning,” he replied. “Faster than before. It’s not waiting. It’s spreading.” Another voice cut in from the side. “The southern perimeter too. We just cleared it yesterday, and now it looks worse than it did before.” “That’s not possible,” someone else muttered. I exhaled slowly, forcing my thoughts into order. The crown was broken. I had seen it shatter. Korran had lost control. So why was the corruption still moving? Unless…

Six broken masks on the table. Six sorcerers bound in Shambhala silver chains, alive but powerless. Nineteen new crown pieces burning warm in my bloodstone. The HUD is screaming in triumphant crimson. 34 / 47 Severed Circle: BROKEN Pieces reclaimed: +19 The Forty-Eighth is watching. And she is afraid. I’m shaking (adrenaline, exhaustion, victory). Remy pulls me against his chest, ribs still cracked but smiling like sunrise. Remy (whisper):

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

I screamed, light erupting from my eyes, my skin fracturing into silver lines. Everything disintegrated—the city, the army, Kael’s curses, Auren’s voice—until there was only that one truth pulsing through the mark: The Crown is broken. Long live the Queen. Then, silence. And darkness swallowed everything.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.