The Crown Obsession Novels & Stories

I looked up at the guys, and Mateo and Blaine nodded with a questioning look in their eyes. "Of course, but-" "I had a brief thought when we were in that antiques room, and the crown- I almost forgot it after the-" I stopped and bit my tongue. It still felt weird thinking about the crown on my head. "What?" Blaine said as he pulled out his gloves and threw it in the trashcan. "Go on." "We already know there is more to it than just the crown. And the king said I might be the descendent of Azura and Verna, right? So what if- what if whoever doing this wants to wipe out the descendents of Azura? What if they gain something from this?"

June was describing all these with excitement. I already heard all of these but I didn't want to ruin her good mood. After all she was just a kid. I was silent. "But some of the betas were talking about that they were exposed at south. And the emperor is looking out for them. What if they fail to make it here?" June continued again. "As if! What do you think of him? He will beat everyone's a$$," Suddenly Cathy joined the convo. She was awake as well." I heard that he's deadly handsome ! Whoever sees him male or female can't ignore his beauty."

Eve Justin immediately came out of nowhere, held the man's collar, pushed him to the floor and started to punch him continuously. I still tried to hold back my tears and not make a fool out of myself. I just watched as he continued to hit the man without a pause. "How dare you touch my woman?" Justin shouted and increased the rate at which he punched. "Are you mad? Don't you know who you just messed with? You just messed with my life, my queen, my joy." He pulled the man by his collar to sit upright on the floor and resumed punching him hard on every part of his body.

There’s actual fanfare, from real trumpets, and the huge doors open to admit me. All thoughts of Ashton or anyone else clear my mind entirely. I instantly focused on Owen, seated on his throne, the crown of our thoughts again hair. The King’s crown is simple, polish-focused with peaks that rise in the shape of fangs; the pack legend is that they’re actual werewolf teeth. I suppose now that I’m about to be queen, I cI'dfind out. I sl a list of s all the weird things I’ve always wanted to know. Since life around Aconitum Hall seems like it’s going to be pretty boring, maybe I can write a definitive history of the pack or something.

"What does it say?" Kael looked at me, his gaze lingering on my shoulder for a fraction of a second, before shifting to the King. "It doesn't use words, Your Majesty. It uses a seal. The mark of the Obsidian Crown." The air in the room seemed to freeze. I looked at Eryx, and for the first time since I’d met him, I saw genuine, unadulterated fear in his eyes. "The Obsidian Crown," he whispered. "That's impossible. They were wiped out in the First Rebellion. They’re a myth."

He looked at me and smiled. "You're fast, Hazel. I'll give you that." "Put her down, Julian," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "It's over." "Is it?" Julian asked. He pointed toward the window. I looked out. A fleet of black helicopters was approaching. They weren't the FBI. They weren't Syndicate. They had a logo I had never seen before a white skull with a crown. "The Syndicate was just a branch, Hazel," Julian whispered. "The Crown is the trunk. And they don't want a Queen. They want a sacrifice."

Her face was already pinched into the expression of a woman preparing to fire the entire palace staff. “Mami.” I cracked an egg into a bowl. “Morning.” “My crown is missing.” I picked up a second egg. “Which crown?” Gabby looked at me like I had just asked who the president was. “My pink glitter crown.” “You have four pink glitter crowns.” “The aquarium one.” “Oh. The cheap one.” “It’s royal.” “Royal and seven dollars can coexist.” Her face darkened. “It’s gone.” Another set of footsteps came from behind her.

That the Alpha King did not send his right hand for ordinary debts. I met his eyes. I didn't look away. He inclined his head. Not a bow. An acknowledgment. The kind of acknowledgment you give a person you have not yet decided to underestimate. "Lady Voss." "Not anymore." The corner of his mouth moved. Not a smile. A note taken. "The ceremony is tonight," he said. "The King does not like to wait." He opened the rear door of the car. I stood at the top of the steps in a cream silk dress picked out by my husband's lover, with a rejection mark burning silver under the fabric, and the small white flowers Mira had braided into my hair shifting in the warm summer wind. I thought about how I had two

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”