The Crown Epilogue Kiera Cass Read Online Novels & Stories

“His Highness Prince Kane Rio Andriel Beniah von Clandestine and his partner, Lady Cassandra Sophia von Riva has arrived.” They both looked at Andriel and Cassandra who entered the hall hand-in-hand. Cassandra looked lovely in her crimson red dress which emphasized her grayish red hair. Beside her, Prince Andriel also looked more princely with his white coat with gold linings and a white cape with the star symbol draped on his back. “Lady Cassandra is a strong candidate for the crown princess position, right?” “What is she doing with Prince Andriel?” “Do you think Prince Andriel would be chosen as the next crown prince?”

“She’s using my crown to strike in daylight.” Cassian’s tone softened. “Then we bring the crown itself to our side. The King must speak, even if only once.” I looked at him. “And if she’s already silenced him?” He didn’t answer. The silence between us said enough. Far away, Aria watched the city lights from her window. “Every empire falls from within,” she whispered to herself. “And hers began the day she learned to trust again.”

She announced. “Oh, why didn't you say that before?” Beta Pete articulated in interest and he leaned himself forward, waiting for her to continue. She swallowed the lump that made itself home in her throat and voiced out the next words. “I believe Roxie has something to do with the Luna Queen Nevaeh.” It was like she dropped a bomb as both men instantly went silent and looked at her as if she had grown an extra head on her shoulder. “You are telling us Roxie is the reincarnation of the historical Luna Queen?”

Macaine's voice sounded so sick, the woman made a wide step toward Alpha Silas and stood right to face him as she spoke: "Alpha Silas, you should have given the crown to my daughter Eudora. Your prospective spouse..." Her voice was low, and Kiara was sure she wanted Silas to be the only one to hear her. But still, everyone heard it and it only made her chest feel tight, making breathing difficult. Silas was cool enough to only shake his head in response to Macaine's expression, which combined disappointment and rage. Whether he was already aware but chose not to care, he appeared to still be clueless of what he had done. "The crown belongs to tonight's most beautiful lady, Madame Malion. And

"The Crown showed them the future." The image changed again. Lyra saw the three ancient rulers staring into the crown. Then their expressions changed. Shock. Fear. Horror. The Empty King suddenly staggered backward. The creature roared. The Hollow Queen began crying. The giant being never moved. Never approached. As though it already knew what they had seen. "What did they see?" Cassian asked. The answer came softly. "The end." Silence followed. The vision shifted once more. A future battlefield. Dead worlds.

They had reached a critical juncture, a moment when the collective realisation dawned—she was no longer reacting; she was leading. “And what precisely is he exposing?” Rhyne asked, her voice laced with caution. Aera’s tone dropped slightly. “The truth.” A profound silence ensued, followed by a question from Merrow. “Which truth are you referring to?” Aera maintained her gaze. “The truth that the crown was never intended to stand alone.” The words settled upon the room, carrying a weight of gravity and irreversibility. A quiet sigh escaped someone, and another shifted uncomfortably, sensing the profound implications of Aera’s revelation.

Crystal POV “That was a beautiful contest. I guess she hasn’t lost her touch becoming the Healer of the pack and the Queen at the same time, and on the other hand, she’s good too.” He uttered as he led Queen Elyah into the castle, while I stayed back to reflect on all she said. “If someone’s running a program without anyone knowing about it, then that certain someone should also know how to cover his tracks, since it feels like very few people know about it,” I muttered to myself and turned to see Kieran standing behind me.

Her skin glowed with marks he’d never seen before — swirling sigils blooming across her collarbones, arms, throat. The **crown** no longer sat on the pedestal. It circled her head in flame. And beneath her— The Reaper *burned*. Screaming. Writhing. Her illusion cracked open like an egg, revealing the withered, bone-bound vessel beneath. But even as her body failed— She smiled. --- **\[Reaper’s Final Moment]** “You think this power will save you?” she rasped, voice raw. “This crown is a cage. It will hollow you, too.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened in fury. “You gain everything.” Cassandra stepped forward immediately. “You dare accuse me?” Tara scoffed. “It’s obvious,” she said. “Remove Seraphina… and what happens?” Her eyes narrowed. “You get the crown.” A collective gasp spread through the crowd. Cassandra’s face twisted. “That’s ridiculous!” she barked. “You’re just bitter because I came to the dungeons to see how far you’ve fallen!” Tara let out a sharp laugh. “That?” she said. “That was nothing.” Her voice hardened. “This..” she gestured around the square “is everything.”

Chapter 52 Emilia cleared her throat and said. “ I do not care what other people will think about this, in my opinion though, I think you deserve the crown princess title, I'm not ready for this.” I want a man who will love me with all his heart not me loving him with all my heart and then, no return of the love I have shown to him.“ “Hmmm, Micah heaved a sigh. " This sounds so interesting, what is the title of the novel, so I can go get it at the bookshop.”