Novel & Cerita The Crown Epilogue Kiera Cass Read Online

Hallow stepped forward, bearing a plush, crimson velvet cushion holding twin sovereign coronets—crafted of dark, forged dragon-steel intertwined with polished silver starlight-iron. Cassian reached out, taking the slender, radiant silver crown. He turned to Kira, his gaze burning with intense pride and devotion, and placed it gently upon her luminous, starlight-woven hair. Kira reached up, her fingers light and precise, setting the heavier dragon-steel crown upon Cassian’s brow. Together, they turned as one to face the assembly as co-sovereigns, officially uniting the Eastern Citadel and the Northern Royal territories under a single, invincible realm.

Fighting the pain, I looked up at him with great difficulty and watched as he slowly straightened his cuffs. "Look at how pathetic you are right now. The once-proud heir of the Wright family, and you threw it all away for a woman. Now, she can't even stand the sight of you." He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Honestly, it'd be better for everybody if you just happened to die in here. Ashley won't be tied down by you anymore. Luke could officially call her his mom and inherit that multi-billion-dollar empire you built for her." I glared at him and forced the words through my throat. "In your dreams!"

“Vivian is a princess of royal descent. This girl is of unknown origin. You must know that no noble family would accept her kind as queen.” “I accept Leanna as queen of the North,” Erik interjects, raising a brow at him. “I believe she is well suited for the role. In fact, not only will my kingdom recognize Queen Leanna, we will also support Crown Prince Finn’s claim to the throne. The boy has grown up within my kingdom and in my palace. He is beloved by us all.” Vivian’s uncle’s expression turns ashen. “You cannot do this, King Erik. This is a deeply personal matter—”

“You always cared, Luca. You just forgot how to admit it.” He reached for her hand, kissing it. “Then remind me.” For a fleeting moment, it was just them — two souls lost in the ashes of what they built. But the crown pulsed again, and the warmth between them turned cold. Cassian’s Discovery Hours later, Cassian returned from the archives with an ancient record. The hologram showed the last known bearer of the crown — Queen Aelira of the First Bloodline. She’d ended her reign not with war — but by tearing her own heart from her body to seal the crown’s hunger.

The cabinet creaked open—files, a flash drive, and a little glass vial, capped tight, dark red inside. Blood. A scrap of paper stuck to it, Dorian’s scribble: Yours, Sienna. Always was. She reeled back, the vial hitting the floor with a clatter, not breaking but loud as hell. Roman cursed, bending for it, but the lights blinked—once, twice—then went black. Night swallowed them whole, and a low laugh crawled from the stairs. Ezra’s voice slid through the dark: “Loved the Hide and seek, Didn't you?.”

Between my role as crown princess, this contractual marriage with Lucas, Queen Larissa and now Sabrina… I couldn’t help but feel like I was walking into a storm. Cassidy seemed to sense my unease and gave me a soft smile. “Don’t worry, Amelia. Lucas is focused on his role as crown prince. Whatever happened between him and Sabrina is in the past.” Lena nodded in agreement. “Exactly. You’re the crown princess now, and that’s what matters.” I smiled back at them, appreciating their support even though my mind was still swirling with thoughts. Being crown princess meant so much more than I’d imagined, and I had a feeling Sabrina wasn’t going to make it any easier.

said Troy, stepping forward to offer Keira his hand. Nathan took his hand in her stead. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” said Nathan, giving King Troy’s hand a firm shake. Keira swirled the Rum in her glass round and round. She wasn't much different to them. After all, Madz's death didn't make her sad. At least not for her. Keira stood in the center of the room, a long line behind Troy and Aria, all eyes on her. The new Archduchess of Imperium/Queen of Assassins. Keira was more pissed off at the old lady for getting shot than anything else.

Dante was seething, but he had to keep it under wraps. He never saw it coming. The girl who had always been so meek, the one who clawed her way up from the slums, the real deal heiress, was showing her true colors then, all teeth and claws. "50 million? In your dreams! Who do you think you are?" "Dreams are optional." I whipped out my phone, the screen showing a ticking countdown to send. "This is Rosa's health report. It says her kidneys are in perfect health, and that the whole sick act was just a con to snag my kidney.

“We all know Ash was never raised to lead. He dropped out of his training the moment Mr. Moretti named Dante as the next Don. So I believe a vote is necessary—if we all want to have a rightful next Don to lead this family after Dante.” Dante clenched his teeth. “Harper, what’s going on?” I kept my tone even. “In order to protect the Moretti name and my husband’s legacy as Don, I hereby declare the vote to whether Ash take over the Don’s seat officially open. Every vote counts.” Dante turned, already moving toward the door, gesturing for me to follow. “Harper, a word? In private?” I rose from my seat and followed Dante out. I didn’t make it far. Barely turned the corner before the smell hit m

151–225) → The empire fractures. The past returns. → One must fall for the other to rise. ARC IV — The Crown Reforged (Ch. 226–300+) → Everything burns. → What rises from the ashes won’t be clean. --- What You Can Count On: Character-driven tension Ruthless power plays Intimacy earned, not handed over Obsession that stains A world you can taste, breathe, and bleed for No fairytales. But I promise you every bruise is worth it.