The Crown Of Thorns Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.

Still, her pulse ticked harder. “Who are you really?” she asked. “Elias Thorne. Scholar, licensed aetherist, nuisance to the Church.” The corner of his mouth rose again. “And I dislike seeing people framed for things they did not do.” She went still. He had not said her name. He did not need to. “You read the court reports,” she said. “I read everything,” he said. “The poison that found its way beneath your chair last night was a southern compound. Expensive. Rare. Not something a lady keeps in her handbag.”

Elijah asked, crossing his arms. Thorne muttered, "This is just my speculation, but I think the sea gods promised them power, and perhaps many other wonderful things that might have seemed really good at the time. But the devil you see, will promise you heaven and earth… only to drag you to hell when it's all said and done." Elijah leaned forward, his jaw tight, "So where is this crown now? Do you know?" "no one knows for sure. But then…" Thorne said and picked up the tome, turned over some pages.

he said. “What is coming,” I demanded. “The crown,” he murmured. My head spun. “What crown. You keep talking about a crown.” He looked at me with fear in his eyes. “The Stone Crown. The heart of the fire.” Lucian frowned. “You said it was a story.” “It was,” Orion replied. “Until it wasn’t.” Thunder rolled in the distance even though the sky was clear. The moon above us glowed redder than before. Like it was bleeding.

The runes pulsated brighter, urging her onward. Inside, dust floated lazily in beams of moonlight from open windows. Resting upon a worn wooden table, sat a crown of thorns, radiating terrible power. The thorns gleamed like obsidian. It was hers. Her heart clenched. To take it would be to claim a destiny of glory and the burden of ruin. Her hands trembled at her sides. Was this what she was meant to become? A faint rustle behind her stole her attention, and the breath fled from her lungs.

I am a soldier and I follow orders and am the ex-beta for the Werewolf King. I have not been sent to kill the vampire king. That is why I have not tried to kill him. The vampire king has somehow robbed many magical creatures of their magic. The real challenge would kill King William, as he is a powerful man. I tiptoe stealthily through the dark tunnels, lighting them with a dim fairy light so I can see my way through as I sweep away the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. As if mirroring the floor, the wall was dusty with black dust. A large black residue of dust had fallen from the ceiling in my hair because of the dust on the ceiling.

With gestures, not words. I sat on the bed slowly and unwrapped it. A new book. Thick, bound in leather, smelling expensive, old, and important at the same time. ‘The Silent Crown.’ I ran my thumb over the title and shook my head. He picked perfectly. Always perfect. His love may be feral, dark, filthy with hunger and violence—but his gifts? They were thoughtful. Personal. Intimate. I opened the book and started reading. Not because I cared about the story.

I had to keep the name in check, I had to make sure the name doesn't get stained or get a bad review if it did, Vanessa was going to come for me like the name wasn't in the mud already. I rolled my eyes. Uneasy is the head that wears the crown… But your type of crown matters… My type of crown was made of thorns That would make me uneasy too!!!

“And he will never wear your crown.” The Crown Alpha studied us both for a long moment and then lifted one hand. The guards around the room shifted their weight and prepared to move while Thorne and Eira tensed beside us. “Then we do this the hard way,” he said and the torches flared brighter as if the mountain itself answered his call. Before anyone could take a step, the ground shook hard enough to crack stone and a roar rolled up from the depths that was deeper and older than any wolf I had ever heard.

A book room here was almost as large as a standard library. But this time, the genius of Ethelbert's guess was wrong. When Ethelbert found Coronis, she didn't appear with the jubilant excitement she had just now. In contrast, Ethelbert discovered for the first time that Coronis turned out to be equally serious and attentive when reading. Coronis held a thick leather-bound book in his hand, which looked so old that the braille on the cover was no longer visible. She stood in the middle of a long line of tall bookshelves, calmly and intently reading the book in her hand. Coronis has entered her world.