The Crown Of Thorns Book 소설 & 이야기

She looked like a fragile little girl with a crown of King on her head. Yes, king. The crown which Thea was wearing belonged to the Kings of lycans. The crown belonged to Ares. The lycan King. Thea looked around when she saw a throne. The throne was majestic. She frowned. Why is there a throne in the basement? She went near the throne. Something compelled her to go near it. She didn't knew why but she placed the Crown on the throne.

In his hands, he held a crown. Not gold. Not bone. But dust. Crumbling. Ancient. And filled with power that shouldn’t exist anymore. Liora’s heart stuttered. Because she knew that crown. Not from dreams. But from the forbidden vaults beneath the Sanctuary. It was the Crown of Dust, forged from the ashes of failed gods. Worn only once before, by a king who tried to rewrite death itself. That king’s name? Valen Thorne. And he had died. A thousand years ago. But now, He stood on her land. Alive. Wearing that cursed crown. “Impossible,” Myra whispered.

It was lighter than expected, but colder than death. Her hands trembled as she brought them closer to her head. The room leaned in, breath caught, hunger gleaming in a hundred eyes. She inhaled. Exhaled. Then lowered the Crown of Thorns onto her brow. For a single heartbeat, nothing happened. And then, Pain. White-hot. A thorn pierced her scalp. Another. Then a third, digging deep into the base of her skull. Blood welled along her temples, trickling in twin rivers past her cheeks.

Hopping the answer would be yes, I flipped to the introduction, the much-needed hope fluttering in my chest as I read. “From their temple origins to their violent renaissance in the Bloody War that birthed Henosis, Crowns of Shame have a complex past mixed with hope and cruelty alike. Despite its variety of intents and shapes, one thing remains the same throughout its history: the scar-tissue that defines it.” I flipped through the book, deterred by the word “scar-tissue”. I stopped at a page with a grotesque image of a man on his knees as someone carved a line across his forehead.

Selene cuts her hand first, followed by Octavia, Archie, and Dean. The blood mixed and came out of the bowl. Selene twisted her hand, and two identical crowns appeared. The crown is golden with red gemstones on it. It has three thorns coming out of it, but it confused me why there were two. The blood poured on the crown, and I can see the blood entering the gemstones and turning them crimson red. Selene looked at Dean, smiling at him.

Each one carried something. A piece of bone. A vial of blood. A scrap of black lace. And one of them—taller than the rest, her veil as long as a train of smoke—stepped forward. In her hands, she held it. The crown. Made of dead rose petals and twisted metal. The thorns still wet with something darker than blood. It pulsed faintly, as though alive. I took a step back. Ethan—or what was left of him—stood behind me. He didn’t say a word.

I wanted to squeal at the top of my voice, but the words were stuck in my throat. "We also got something else," he said to me. He flicked his eyebrows, gesturing for me to look to the side. I turned my eyes towards Sera. They rattled in utter confusion, and my face asked all the questions. Just before the questions could slip from my lips, she drew out an object from her dress. It was a crown, made out of thorns, looking small and aged, but incredibly powerful. "Is that..." "The Crown of Thorns? Yes, it is..." Sera took the words off my lips with a bright laughter.

A book with a leather binding. No diamonds. No large sums of money. No secret weapons or blueprints. Just a book. I felt stupid for a moment. Then I reached in and took it out. The weight of it was substantial and firm. The spine was strengthened with old thread and the leather has become smooth with use and age. I had never seen a single crest stamped on a cover before. A crown, dagger and an ember. All three combined to form a single horrifying symbol. I took my place at the desk and got it open. and started reading.

Anatoli asked. Without turning to them, Orcenal grabbed something from his bag. He showed it to them, making them squint in displeasure. It was a book. Orcenal found it inside Harriet’s room this morning. The book was the prophecy from the other world, and the title was... [The Crown’s Diamond]. Anatoli and Ayja immediately stood back up and approached him. When they were about to reach and observe the book, Orcenal threw it to the raging fireplace.