The Crowned King Novels & Stories

He was the Chief Justice of the werewolf kingdom's Supreme Court, known to all as the "Mad Dog Judge" Lastly, a rope was tossed down from the helicopter. Gripping the rope with one hand, a slender figure smoothly rappelled down and landed steadily in front of me. A dark green military greatcoat was draped over his shoulders, the five gold stars on his epaulets glittering under the searchlights. His facial expression was cold and stern, with a gaze sharp enough to cut through the air. He was my older brother, Gerard Newman, the current Alpha King of Lumin and the supreme commander of the million-strong werewolf army.

The floating comments came again. "Tsk, Allen's trying to buy people's loyalty with Cora's money." "What can Allen do besides spend money? Once Cora realizes how good the male lead is, Allen's gloating days are numbered." "Exactly. The male lead will be Cora's man sooner or later, so what is Allen so smug about?" I looked at the young man and asked, "What's your name?" "P-Preston Blackburn." I nodded and turned back to the office.

"We will not falter, Father. Today, we send a clear message that the throne will remain unyielding against any who dare challenge it." With a knowing look, the king placed a hand on his son's shoulder, conveying a silent understanding and unspoken bond between them. "Our ancestors built this kingdom with unwavering resolve, and it is our duty to protect it at any cost," he stated, his tone emphasizing the weight of their greediness for the throne. Both father and son knew that the Adelstein had been plotting a rebellion under the guise of the coronation festivities. Determined to thwart their plans, the king and Addison had devised a strategy to catch them off guard

" Lord Ruckus, just do this. It is for this moment alone. You won't have to kneel before anyone in this lifetime again. Besides, you are not really going on your knees because of him. You are kneeling for a friend. " The words of Badmus were the exact things that he really needed to hear right now. He could agree with that. He was going on his knees for the crown and not for anyone. He went on his knees. Enrique lifted the shining crown. " By the power vested in me, I crown you the new alpha king of the red moon pack!!" He placed the crown right on his head . " All hail the alpha king!!" Badmus shouted. The same chant went off into the air.

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

I closed my eyes to enjoy the warm water while she sat behind me and combed my hair. "You must be excited for today. A lot of people are," Bridgette said. "I guess so," I answered. "Does every coronation get such attention?" She hummed in thought. "I'm not sure about that since the King has had the crown since he was sixteen, but people are curious about today." I didn't want to seek further details but what the prince told me last night stuck in my head. "Why is that?" "Because the crown originally belonged to Prince Benjamin's older brother, but he was killed."

The flickering candlelight reflected off the polished metal, catching the object resting on the dark velvet cushion. My breath hitched. It was a silver crown, intricately forged to look like twisted roots and thorned branches. A half-transformed wolf was carved directly into the front of it. The King stepped toward me, lifting the crown from the tray with both hands. His eyes locked onto mine, hard and demanding. "May you wear this crown in duty to the lineage you carry, and to the protection of the throne." He raised the silver above my head. I felt like I was drowning. I looked up at Eilís one last time, just to catch a flick of anything. Any emotion. Any sign.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat as the priest asks me to come to the center of the stage. I walk over to the center, everyone’s eyes fixed on me and the priest motions for me to kneel. A servant steps forward carrying an elegant velvet cushion. Resting upon it is a breathtaking crown. White gold woven into twisting vines. The priest carefully lifts the crown. "This crown represents strength." He places it just above my head. "Wisdom." It lowers another inch. "Compassion." It settles gently against my hair. "And the promise that the Queen shall protect this kingdom with both justice and love."

I chuckled. He looked at me with a faint smile, slowly surfacing on his face. "Your Binna is beautiful. You'd better take good care of her." I winked. "I will," he promised and hurriedly got back to his wife. My eyes shifted to the man standing before me. My King wore a black tuxedo with satin lapels and buttons, a black vest, a white shirt, and a black bow tie. He looked irresistibly hot. As he reached his hand towards me, Nera took my hand and placed it in his. He helped me step onto the podium, then gestured at Leo, who was carrying a velvet pillow with the queen's crown. I gasped when I realized that my crown was made of white gold, diamonds, and sparkling green emeralds. Sariel smiled,