The Crown Of Thorns Book Novels & Stories

*********** I sat alone in our bedroom, staring into the dying fire. The clock on the mantel chimed softly and stopped at ten. He had been gone for over an hour. I picked up the book resting on my lap for what felt like the hundredth time. I hadn’t made it past the first page. Every creak of the floorboards made my heart leap. Every gust of wind against the windows made me think he was coming back. My wolf paced restlessly inside me. “Go to him.” She urged me. “No.” I said immediately.

The car doors swung open in unison, and a stream of figures in black poured into the banquet hall. Beneath their jackets, the subtle outlines of guns hinted at danger, a chill of menace in the air. A bodyguard with utmost respect opened the door of the central stretch limo. William Vincent, the iron-fisted ruler of Northland's shadowy corners, clad in a sleek black trench coat, walked over the glittering carpet of broken glass towards me. He was the man behind the mysterious calls, my mentor in all things firearms, my ace in the hole. William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.

--- I extract the fragment in forty minutes. It is easier than Cael. Not easy — easier. The power from the coronation has more dexterity now, more precision, like a hand learning to hold something small without crushing it. I find the fragment, I feel its edges, I pull carefully and steadily and when it tries to flee I am ready for it. I contain it.

“I’ve been doting on her for years, so she won’t be able to leave my side. We’ve never been separated for so long, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. It’ll be easy for me to make her happy again when I see her next time. I’ve already bought an island for her. She loves scuba diving.” Then, his voice turned serious. “Don’t be jealous. I’ll prepare even more gifts for you and our pup. What belongs to me belongs to you.” The call ended, and the crowd burst into an uproar. Someone grabbed a chair to hit me! “You really are a shameless mistress! I’m going to kill that illegitimate child of yours!” Despair filled my entire being… Bam! Someone blocked the chair with their arm, and it shattere

Yoel rushed to Holly's side and wrapped her in the safety of his arms. His eyes preyed towards the crowd. When he glared at Cecilia — the girl who had started it all — his glare was so intense it was as if he wanted to lash out at her.

Resting upon it was a crown unlike any she had seen—woven of starlight and shadow, its arcs shaped like eclipsed moons. Serenya’s breath caught. “The Crown of the Starborn,” Kaelen murmured, his voice reverent. But before Serenya could step closer, another voice slithered through the chamber. “Well, isn’t this a lovely sight.” Both spun toward the shadows. Eloria Thorne emerged from the dark, her lips curved in a cruel smile, a torchlight flickering in her hand. Behind her came two cloaked figures, blades glinting. “Eloria,” Serenya hissed, her chest tightening.

he said, voice dropping, gritty. “He’s not solo. You hear that?” She swallowed hard, forcing her breath thin, tuning out the thud in her ears. There—soft scuffs, boots on concrete, more than one pair echoing faint. Her gut twisted. They were boxed in, and that vial—Dorian’s sick little gift—was out there, laughing at her from the dark. “Perfect,” she grumbled, edging tighter to the wall, her arm brushing Roman’s. His heat stuck to her, and it was stupid how it messed with her head.

But the crown-whispers hinted personal seduction, allies converging with fever-bright eyes that set my flames on alert. Thorne stormed in first, feral energy crackling like a border gale, his betas gore-streaked from overnight abyss-scouts, amber gaze manic-hot and fixed on us with predatory hunger. “That delve shattered those guardians like brittle bone—howls feasted deep on their chitin rot! But my scrys sniff out the final crown now; its essence calls like fresh rut-scent on the wind, promising amplification unbound for packs and diads alike. What's the rut-plan, storm-flame duo? We amplify glory together—strike the abyss-veins swift, claim that crown for the forge before it tempts weaker

The book is quite old, just like the information it promises to feed me. The pages of the book are delicate and old. They have rusted brown yet the words inked on them are legible and clear. I see some pictures of an unknown man wearing a crown and sitting on the throne while looking down at the reader regally. The caption read King Aurelio the third, who ruled Zaeris for almost 30 years. I skip the history and lineage of Aurelio the third. I try to read about Aurelio but the text seems too vague and boring, I lost interest after reading a page. I flip through the pages mindlessly while trying to find something interesting to read when my eyes fall on a family tree.

Greeting Everyone! As you know, King of the Ruby Crown has come to its end! Thank you so much to everyone who was with me from the start, it's been a rollercoaster, and I'm so emotional because it has ended! This story was my baby, it meant a lot, and all your support meant the world. Thank you so much for everything far, and hope to keep seeing you around my books! Now that this is done, I will proceed and invite you to join me on the Journey of Dominique and Allorah on my new book Goddess of the Diamond.