The Crown's Game Book Novels & Stories

151–225) → The empire fractures. The past returns. → One must fall for the other to rise. ARC IV — The Crown Reforged (Ch. 226–300+) → Everything burns. → What rises from the ashes won’t be clean. --- What You Can Count On: Character-driven tension Ruthless power plays Intimacy earned, not handed over Obsession that stains A world you can taste, breathe, and bleed for No fairytales. But I promise you every bruise is worth it.

Inside were surveillance photos, receipts, and a transcript of a wiretap. Cassian took the file from her. “That’s not what we came here for.” “Then what?” she asked. He opened a drawer and pulled out a key. “The Hollow Crown. My grandfather’s final project. It’s not a metaphor. It’s a contingency.” Eden narrowed her eyes. “What kind of contingency?” “The kind that guarantees power stays in the hands of the Ainsleys... no matter who has to bleed for it.” Here is Section 3 of Chapter 20: The Hollow Crown from your novel A LOVE TOO REAL TO FAKE. This section is titled:

For royal matings, the mark is usually given in public, but today, when the officiant carries out the ceremony and asks Cedric to give me the mark, the king refuses. I stare at his chest, a hollow feeling in my own. Why am I not surprised? “Princess Vivian.” The officiant, an older man, glances at me, his gaze filled with contempt. “You are now queen of the Northern Wolf Kingdom. Please lower your head so that I may place the crown upon it.”

The crown caught fire right in front of my eyes. “Why fire?!” I gasped loudly. It was not the usual flame—but a strange, silken one, golden and blue, rising without burning the air. It twisted around the crown like it was testing whoever dared to claim it. My pulse quickened and Phina shouted in my mind, “If that fire consumed the crown, the entire trial would be meaningless!” I had to get it. I lunged forward lightning-fast, every muscle in my body pushing me toward it. At the same time the Eagle ran for it. Just as I was a few meters away from the crown, the heat seared my face, licking my skin, but I didn’t care. I reached out—

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

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

Conversely, its opposition was equally formidable, and the crown’s power had merely begun to manifest in ways neither the Veil nor the palace had yet fully comprehended. This evening, the game would undergo a transformation. The Veil’s subsequent action would not be confined to conventional swordsmanship or arcane incantations—it would encompass manipulation, subterfuge, and strategic manoeuvring. And Aera Vale, the bearer of the concealed crown, would confront it on her own terms.

As his annoyance aggrieves him throughout his frames, he assigned his cavalry captain to lead the game first. “Why, Sir?” “I will get something,” Prince Thariem replied. He left the soldiers at Madin still waiting for the grand trump to sound. He went towards the mountains of Zagros. After Darina explained to Rowen the Oriental marks on the letter are just an emblem of the paper seller, she saw Prince Thariem ‘fleeing’. Mounting her horse, she imposed upon herself that it is not good to win the game if the target opponent is not present. There is neither victory nor defeat in it.

For a human. “What are you talking about?” He asked, his blue eyes scanning the three with an intent curiosity. He rubbed the towel over his head with an intent determination to dry his blond hair. “Nothing,” Vaughan uttered as he opened the satchel next to him. He pulled out a golden crown with amethyst stones etched into the metal. He held it out to Fenryn, who glanced aside for a moment as if he were hesitating. Only after Vaughan narrowed his eyes at the man, did Fenryn finally take it, and exchanged it for the towel. However, his hair was a complete mess, and this caused Vaughan to glare at him further. “What?” Fenryn said, grinning.

We've only just began. This story can end in a thousand ways possible. In this so called game, there can only be one winner. Welcome to the final level. Players, on your marks! Get set... go! ⚘ end ⊹ of ⊹ season 1 ·································································································································· NOVEMBER 2022