The Crown's Entrapment の小説・ストーリー

It was for a purpose. This time, she would not die in the dark. This time, the crown would burn before it fell into another’s hands.

There were plenty of places to kidnap someone but instead, these cretinous yet gorgeous guys thought it would be best to take their victims to a wolf-infested forest, and now they were all going to die as a result of their stupidity! Ciel sharply turned to face her, taking hold of her wrist. “Let’s get you out of here!” Roxie knew she should keep her mouth shut and just follow the man but she ended up shouting before he could start pulling her. “Wait!! Where’s the handsome one?” That was stupid, but she had not yet fed her eyes sufficiently enough. He was not permitted to die! Every human head in the room snapped around to look at her in bafflement. “We are all handsome. What are you talking

Only enough to show uncertainty but not enough to show fear. “We still control the narrative,” Marcus said, and he could hear the desperation creeping into his voice now, could feel his grip on the situation slipping like sand through clenched fists. “The people still believe in moral corruption. They still believe that the crown has been compromised by degeneracy. All we need is...”

I won't blame her because it's what I have thought also; somewhere in my heart, I wish and hope that Carter is rejected by the Moon goddess because I know what it holds. “We shouldn't talk like that, Brooke,” I reply, still holding onto her hand, while she nods slowly. I shift my attention back to what is happening at the front of the hall, the priestess who is holding the crown.. The crown, woven from rough, dark vines with sharp thorns, she holds carefully like an egg. It is rumored that if the crown falls, then the person will die a very painful death.. Looking at the crown, it isn't of glory or splendor but one of raw tradition and unspoken meaning.

Otsana the healer pushed through the crowd with Due beside her; the old servant was still weak but no longer black-eyed. “The crown did not choose early,” the healer shouted, her face pale with terror. “It reacted to the altar, the blood challenge, and whatever Adolphus moved during the night.” Lobo’s eyes flickered toward the Alpha hall. Too quickly. Conri saw it. Bardolph saw it. I saw it. Otsana Blackmoon saw only the crown, her pain, and the story Adolphus had carved around her heart. “Remove it,” my sister said. I gripped the crown again and pulled until blood warmed the edge of my hairline.

BACK TO PRESENT (Refer back to chapter 67) Reel rushed into Princess Kay’s room and said, “Crown Prince is here.” “Really?” gasped Princess Kay. She excitedly got dressed and went out of her bedroom to the waiting room to see him. When she got there Crown Prince’s hand went straight for her neck and his fingers wrapped tightly around her neck. He was gripping her tightly and lifting her up off the floor. Princess Kay’s eyes widened with surprise. He was choking the life out of her.

The Crown floated above the throne. Silver light poured from it endlessly. The ancient voice thundered through the chamber. "The unworthy shall never rule." The words echoed everywhere. Malrik stared at the Crown. Hatred twisted his face. Years...he had spent years chasing power. Years hunting Ariana, years searching for the kingdom. And the Crown had rejected him with a single touch. --- Then something unexpected happened. The Crown turned toward Ariana and Orion. The silver glow intensified. The guardians immediately knelt once more.

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.

"The Crown! He's already using the Crown!" They hit the first roof with a bone-shattering crash.