The Crown Of Thorns Book Novels & Stories

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.

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

Sebastian and Dante occupied the back seat while Fred sat in the front seat and Leo in the driver's seat. "So...are you ready for a all-round tour of Coral Island?" Fred asked, mimicking a flight captain voice. "Yes, captain!" Fred and Leo's explanation of this island didn't do it justice. Dante couldn't wrap his head around how a single man can build this place this beautifully. Talk about massive residential and commercial structures. The island isn't lacking in the fun and food area either. The only word that could qualify the place is "PERFECT"

One thing was sure, he was a man with authority and from my perspective I concluded that he was a Mafia boss. I wasn't allowed to pack any of my belongings apart from my schoolbooks, which only occurred on my insistence. Yesterday, I was brought to a castle which I believed belonged to Mr. Red eye. There was no one else I knew who'd be filthy rich. I thought back to his look alike I met a few days ago in the castle and wondered whom exactly he was. Though, one thing was sure, he and Mr. Red eye weren't close at all.

It helped her temporarily forget their not-so-good current situation. The moment she finally drifted off to sleep, Emery found herself in a familiar place. There was a large gate before her and it creaked open after a horn was blown. Looking ahead of her, she saw that familiar staircase leading to a pair of thrones carved with gold, the one being larger than the other. She could not really make out who the person sitting on the larger throne but as she felt like the situation was deja vu, she suspected that it was none other than King Lawson.