The Crown The Book Novels & Stories

And I, Aurora Vance, daughter of the Alpha Prime and heir to the throne of the North, had never been more certain of anything in my life. Some wolves spend their whole lives chasing someone who will never see them. I stopped chasing. And I found everything I had been looking for. THE END

The crowd stopped Cheering, waiting eagerly to watch their new queen being crowned, as soon as Aurora kneeled in front of the bishop while The other Kings and Nobel men stood and looked forward to the crowning. . . . To be continued... . Do let me know your thoughts on the chapter in the comments section and don't forget to leave your precious thoughts on the story on the main page of the book in the reviews section..... . With Much Love... Elvira🤍

"The Crown rejected Seraphina." My blood went cold. "What?" "After Elena placed the first half inside her, her body began to fail." My mother. My birth. The Crown. Everything suddenly made sense. "You said I was born with it." "You were." "Then why did it reject me?" "Because the Crown wasn't designed for a human child." Voss interrupted. "That's not the truth." I turned toward him. He smiled. "The Crown wasn't designed for one person." My grandfather whispered, "It needed two."

“I’ve been doting on her for years, so she won’t be able to leave my side. We’ve never been separated for so long, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. It’ll be easy for me to make her happy again when I see her next time. I’ve already bought an island for her. She loves scuba diving.” Then, his voice turned serious. “Don’t be jealous. I’ll prepare even more gifts for you and our pup. What belongs to me belongs to you.” The call ended, and the crowd burst into an uproar. Someone grabbed a chair to hit me! “You really are a shameless mistress! I’m going to kill that illegitimate child of yours!” Despair filled my entire being… Bam! Someone blocked the chair with their arm, and it shattere

The people who looked upon him saw not a father, but a ruler, a king forged from iron will and relentless desire for control. I took my seat next to my father with her head held high even though I felt small beneath my father’s eyes. I could feel the gazes, the weight of politics, the eyes of all the clan leaders were on her, of being the daughter of the King Myras Frostfang, the woman who had brokered peace more times than war had allowed. I met the eyes of the Alpha of High land clan Alpha Erydan; he was the leader of one of the mountain wolves. My father’s second in command stood on the opposite side of my father. My gaze continued around the table meeting each of the clan leaders’ gaze

The one who had arrived was no mere envoy, but the ruler of the entire werewolf kingdom, the White Wolf Alpha King himself. Alexander and the elders hurried down from the platform, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty." "At ease." Father's voice carried across the square, steady and commanding. Then, he stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Alexander's eyes widened as his gaze locked onto me. I showed up in full ceremonial dress, but what I wore was not the dark-patterned Luna gown of the Greystone pack. Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty.

And me, well I tried to hold in my laughter, but it slipped out. I checked the time and saw that it was almost time to get ready and leave, so I quickly ate all the food. Orion did clean up after me, while Crown lounged about. Before anyone could get comfortable, Crown received a call. His expression changed a bit, but he got up and answered his phone anyways. “I better get up and get ready,” I said. As I walked to my bedroom, I was thinking about Crown. What exactly does he do? Who is he? He seems to be quite mysterious. When I was about to close my door, I heard Crowns voice rise in a commanding tone. I froze.

“It is not a question of if. It is a question of who.” The realization struck Rael with the force of a storm. The book had burned against his hands. The words had reshaped for him. The Hollow Crown had seen him. And it had chosen. A terrible understanding settled over him. His fingers curled around the book, knuckles white. “No,” he whispered. “It can’t be me.” The shadows trembled. The Crown pulsed again, its glow intensifying. Vame’s voice was quieter this time, almost mournful. “It already is.”

It looked impossibly heavy, like it was forged from the core of the world. "The Crown is not gold, Xian’na. It is lead. It is stone. It is the mountain that never moves." As she placed the crown on my head, the physical gravity tripled. My spine popped, and my knees hit the bedrock with a thud that sent a shockwave through the ground. The pressure was immense—it felt like a thousand tons were pressing me into the dirt. My lungs were collapsing. I thought of Samuel waiting for me. I thought of my brothers. I thought of the Holy Wolf’s destiny.

Just wind. And silence. Behind her: the crown—no longer gold, but forged in obsidian and bullet casings. It wasn’t worn. It was placed—on a pedestal. A symbol. She didn’t need it on her head. Because the world had already bent its knees. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — FINAL ENTRY OF THE CITADEL ERA “I did not inherit an empire. I burned the ashes and named the smoke.” “I did not want their crown. I broke it, reforged it, and left it behind.”