The Crown Of Thorns Book Novels & Stories

On the night when the moon was at its fullest, I washed away the disguise from my face, revealing my true, breathtaking appearance. Amid the howls of countless wolves, I stepped forward, one step at a time, ascending the path to the throne. Below the throne, Alpha Cael, High Priest Zephyr, and High Healer Lorian knelt on one knee, devoutly kissing the hem of my dress. I turned, looking out over the land I had conquered with my own hands. From this moment on, I was the one and only Alpha Queen of this world.

I kept my expression neutral as I picked up the card, clicking my tongue softly. "That ornament might look old, but it's still an antique. There's even an auction tag on it. Didn't you notice?" "Yeah, right," Jim scoffed. "My underwear has a tag, too. Guess that makes it an antique." He didn't take the hint at all. Instead, he grabbed my clothes, trying to pull at the fabric. "All that talk, and you're just after money in the end. Quit stalling. Start taking it off. Maybe if the guys here enjoy the show, they might toss you a few bucks to help you pay for the bag."

Four guards hoisted a massive golden broadsword into view. It landed with a resounding thud on the stage, splitting the wooden floor. A gift from the Grim Reaper. "How's that for a showstopper? A grim reaper in solid gold?" My smile was serene, but my gaze was lethal. Dante clutched at his chest, his body slumping into the chair as he shook and pointed a trembling finger at me. "Damn you!" Marco, his face a mask of humiliation, snatched up the cake knife and lunged for me.

By the time we reached the outer courtyard, several Emberbound members had already gathered there. Nora stood near the entrance archway, arms crossed loosely, while Elias adjusted the ward runes embedded in the stone wall. Evelina lingered slightly behind them, her crimson gaze fixed on the mountain road that wound toward the university. Then the first rider appeared. Caelum Hawthorne dismounted before his horse had even fully stopped. The former Hawthorne heir looked the same as the last time I’d seen him, tall, steady, the quiet authority of a pack leader that hadn’t faded just because his father had disowned him. His eyes swept across the courtyard until they landed on Nora.

A crown of thorns is a heavy thing to carry, but kings wear thorns all the same. Tonight, I would let him sleep. Tomorrow, the hunt began.

Emery had once been here for her training missions and as she looked at the crowded and busy streets, it reminded her of how she drowned herself in training just to forget the pain from her mother’s death. The Thorine Kingdom was known for the gold and silver they mine which played a great role in the success of their economy. Not only that, but they also produce great teachers of martial arts and for that reason, the Arcana would send their students here to learn. When they reached the palace grounds, the two of them were greeted by the kingdom’s princess. Her brown chocolate hair color looked like it was glowing in dark red under the sun’s rays. Her hazelnut eyes were also something Emery