The Crowned King Novels & Stories

As we move—brothers sealing exits, plans snapping into place—I know one thing with brutal clarity: She understands the world. What she doesn’t understand yet… …is how far four Crown Lords are willing to burn it down to keep her breathing.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

The loud horns went off as it signal the arrival of the king “All hail King Crowell the first. The Crown jewel of ahuwa and Ruler of the ahuwa Empire” one of the guard spoke in a very loud voice, the guard seemed to be held at very high esteem, he was not dressed like the regular guards that chased down the lady, his armor was nicely shaped and made from heavy metal and his cape made from fine golden material, his armor covered his entire body as one could barely see his face.

It was one of the reasons Axel vouched to be the king, but he wouldn't stop, cause he is being to strategies and plans to eliminate Ace, a day before his wedding. “I will officially like to announce to you all, that blue crest kingdom is now the highest kingdom among the twelve neighboring kingdoms. And that's all thanks to our crown prince.” claps filled the air, as the entire people of the kingdom clapped and hailed the crown prince, while the rest rolled their eyes, angrily at the praise he was getting.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

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.

The car doors swung open in unison, and a stream of figures in black poured into the banquet hall. Beneath their jackets, the subtle outlines of guns hinted at danger, a chill of menace in the air. A bodyguard with utmost respect opened the door of the central stretch limo. William Vincent, the iron-fisted ruler of Northland's shadowy corners, clad in a sleek black trench coat, walked over the glittering carpet of broken glass towards me. He was the man behind the mysterious calls, my mentor in all things firearms, my ace in the hole. William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.

At a lavish Lupo soiree meant to showcase their clout, I was there, representing the Caruso family. Amid a sea of scents and silks, I spotted Anna. Her dress was a relic, ill-fitting, and she trailed behind the pompous Sebastian, who was desperate to rub elbows with the elite. Her face was ghostly, her gaze shy, sticking out like a sore thumb in the glittering crowd. "Principessa Isabella..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers nervously fidgeting with her skirt. "Thank you for looking out for me in the past. I'm doing well now, and Sebastian is good to me.

"Not for myself. For every innocent life this night has already claimed, and every one that ritual might yet save." The king knelt in front of him a final time, removed the crown from his own head, and set it gently on a stone altar that had appeared, somehow, at the center of the ruined war room—the same crown, Caierre understood with a cold jolt, that sat in the real world above him, right now, glowing bright enough to fill an entire buried chamber. "Then let us begin," the king said, "before there is nothing left of this kingdom worth saving." ~~