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It's been months since I first walked into this school and I still haven't gotten used to how wide the corridors are. My previous school was a small building with no hall lockers and we had to take our bags in for classes daily and have them arranged into the assigned compartments in the shelf at the back of the class, but here at Brixden, each student have full length lockers to store books and whatever they deem fit. A look into a person's locker would immediately tell you which kind of person they are (Alexa and her glam minions have theirs decorated with pink glitters, fairy lights and cut out pictures of their favourite BTS singer) Too fake if you ask me, but then no one really cares he

"A powerful relic forged by the goddess herself." My hand trailed over the image of the relic, the paper soft as a feather against my fingertips. "How did you find this?" I asked, glancing up. Nicole didn't answer. His eyes were fixed on the page, a flustered—almost frustrated—expression on his face. "How—" he swallowed. "How can you read that?" I frowned. "Read what?" "That." He pointed at the book. I looked down. "The Crown of Thorns," I repeated slowly. "A powerful relic forged by the goddess herself."

After all, the Elysian Crown was why the original novel got the title ‘Thorny Crown. Thorny Crown was the title of the novel series, which later became a popular N*****x Series. The story was about the first prince and the second prince, both heirs to the throne. Originally, to decide the rightful heir to the throne, like all the previous kings, went through, the heir apparent had to use all their resources to locate the Elysian Crown. Whoever finds it first will become the Crown Prince. But the wench Sabina, the female lead of the series, and the noble faction didn’t want to risk since the second prince displayed quite the intelligence, so they destroyed the Elysian Crown and sabotaged his

With a final, deafening strike, the light vanished. Sitting on the golden floor was a new Key. It wasn't pristine, glowing gold like the old Admin Key. It was a jagged, heavy thing, forged from dark, matte-black iron, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic red light that perfectly matched the beat of Ren's own heart. SYSTEM ALERT: THE CROWN OF THORNS FORGED. ITEM CLASS: MYTHIC/ADMINISTRATIVE. SOUL-BOUND TO: WRAITH. WARNING: DESTRUCTION OF THIS ITEM WILL RESULT IN PERMANENT NEURAL CESSATION.

"And that’s what worries me." Rael barely heard them. His fingers traced the edges of the book, its leather cover warm to the touch. Since leaving the ruins, the ink on its pages had shifted again, crawling like living veins. The words had changed. The throne is no longer sealed. The sky will bear its wound. And the Hollow Crown waits. Rael’s pulse quickened. The Hollow Crown. The phrase had appeared before, buried deep in the writings of the First King, but no one knew what it meant.

Her Fated Mate, her reason for surviving everything. It was not subservience. It was not a hierarchy. It was recognition — a living web knit of blood, bond, and belonging. Thorn lifted his left hand. From his palm rose a second light — not bright, but deep blue — the color of ancient wells before sunrise. It was not a shadow, but roots. The crown answered him. Its scrollwork thickened, threading deeper into form until it no longer looked summoned… …it looked revealed — like it had always been there, simply waiting to be seen.

Snow-capped mountains rose in the distance, framing the horizon like silent guardians, and as the carriage climbed higher, fog gradually parted to reveal something so vast that my breath caught. Noctis Academy stood atop a massive obsidian cliff, its black spires piercing the sky like blades forged from night itself. Ancient magic pulsed through its walls, heavy enough to feel even from miles away. The structure looked less like a school and more like a kingdom built for gods and monsters. My pulse quickened as the carriage rolled toward towering iron gates engraved with glowing runes. Students in elegant uniforms passed through the entrance in small groups, their auras alone revealing terri

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

“She’s mine. I marked her neck, her tits, her thighs with my teeth. That womb is going to swell with my seed. Touch her without my permission and I’ll rip your fucking throat out and fuck her on your corpse.” Thorn the leaner, flirty stud with sharp features and a cocky dangerous grin. He stood between them rolling his eyes. He was the wildcard. Not as massively built as the other two, but still huge. There was a playful look in his eyes that made my stomach twist “Both of you sound like desperate dogs fighting over the same juicy bone,” Thorn drawled crossing his arms over his chest. “We all drew the card tonight. We all get to ruin the Crown princess. Fighting about who owns her is just wa

MARY’S POV "The spiritual man judges all things, yet he himself is judged of no man." (1 Corinthians 2:15) The air in the room was thick with the scent of cheap air freshener and disinfectant; the heat of five bodies packed into a space meant for two hung in the air. I sat at the head of the circle, my Bible open to the Book of Proverbs. My phone vibrated continuously inside my denim skirt pocket.