The Crowning Novels & Stories

Noah said to me with a bad smile. At that moment, a maid came into the room. "Your Royal Highness, tomorrow the King will hold a crowning ceremony for Miss Grace , but because of Miss Grace’s special status, the crowning ceremony will be simplified." The maid said to Noah . "Coronation ceremony?" Noah was surprised, and I found it hard to believe. "Yes, I hope you will be prepared." The maid said, and then left the room. Noah and I looked at each other, somewhat bewildered by all that was happening.

They had discussed the symbolism of this at length — whether it was the right image, whether it sent the right message — and had agreed that the right message was exactly what it looked like: two people, two children, one pack, together. The crowning hall was the largest space in North Ridge territory — a stone chamber that had been built three hundred years ago for exactly this purpose and had hosted seven previous crownings, including her grandmother's, according to the archive. The pack filled every seat and lined the walls and spilled into the corridor beyond, and when they walked in — Julian and Claire and Thomas and Nora — the sound that rose from four h

It wasn't just a cheer; it was a roar of recognition. Caelum stood between them. The boy had grown in the months since the Storm-King’s defeat. He looked less like a god and more like a prince, his emerald eyes bright with curiosity. He carried the two crowns—not made of gold or jewels, but of living wood from the World-Oak. The Priestess, her sightless eyes fixed on the horizon, stepped forward. "We do not crown a conqueror today," she announced, her voice carried to every ear by the resonance of the tree. "And we do not crown a victim. We crown the Bridge. We crown the Shadow that protects the light, and the Light that guides the shadow."

Harlow, you've got family calling. Downstairs, there he was, Bennett, all dapper in a tailor-made suit, clutching a bouquet like some twisted Romeo. Behind me, my father sat in his wheelchair, his hospital attire hidden beneath a sharp, custom-made suit, his hair perfectly combed. He called out to the crowd, "This is my daughter, the Harlow family's Principessa. Today's her birthday, and her fiancé, the Marshall family's head honcho, is here to whisk her away!"

Then there were whispers. “Αlphα King Killiαn.” “Lunα Queen Liαnα.” “Is thαt their son? Oh my God.” The hαll wαs grαnd. I meαn‚ reαlly grαnd. Red cαrpet stretched out like α royαl pαth strαight to the front stαge‚ αnd there were gold decorαtions‚ flowers‚ soft music plαying in the bαckground. Two mαssive thrones sαt on the stαge‚ one for the Αlphα King αnd the other for his Queen. Beside them‚ in α cleαr‚ glαss box with silver trimmings‚ wαs the crown. It wαs so beαutiful‚ αnd even though it wαs α modern-dαy gαlα‚ the trαdition of the crowning ceremony still held strong. Seeing thαt crown mαde everything reαl.

The warriors clashed their heavy shields in a deafening thunder, and a massive wave of proud, primal wolf howls tore from the throats of thousands, echoing off the highest mountain peaks until the very earth shook. Braham stepped forward, taking the heavy golden crown from the cushion. His eyes were burning with an intense, fierce public devotion that made my breath hitch. He didn't look at the crowd; he looked only at me as he carefully, deliberately placed the crown upon my head, his fingers lingering against my hair for a fraction of a second.

“Huh?” “The crowning does not absolve you of your responsibilities; as king, you are married to the kingdom for life, unless you are dethroned, only death will absolve this.” The chief elder coughed noticing Cornelius losing his composure and Orseus’s lips curling up. “The crowning only means you take on your role as the Supreme ruler.” The chief elder paused before raising the crowns above his head “Please accept your new role as Supreme ruler and guardian of the realm.”

he breathed into her ear before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. He pulled away, grasping Klara around her waist. “We have joined in Mateship, now we have joined in rank. What say you?” Marc addressed the crowd. Klara tried to remember who it was that was in the room during the coronation. It was higher level wolves, she remembered that much. “Here, here!” A voice called, soon to be followed by all in the room. Marc guided her back to her own throne as he sat in his. Their hands still clasped in one another’s.

Talia, the gray-feathered hawk flew as soon as Tori held the crown. The moment she raised the crown using her right hand to Prince Cory's head, her red eyes never left Prince Lauren's gaze. Crowing the second prince, she's declaring who owned the new emperor. THE MOMENT that the crown laid atop Prince Corean's head perfectly like it was made for him. Tori saw how the noble faction created a diversion when the majority of the royal knights leaped from the royal family's audience area towards the podium where Tori and the crowned Prince Cory were standing. "They are using the hidden passage just you as you guessed, Cory," Tori affirmed to Cory.

I didn't know when that question spewed out of my mouth, or when exactly I had started to harbor such Ill intentions toward my sister. But they were there, at the back of my mind. "His majesty is going through a phase, it happens once every month and lasts for three days." She said, tossing the bloody rag into a nearby bucket. "Once it happens, he cannot control his thirst for blood and ends up slaughtering the first human he lays hands on. You're insanely lucky and the first human to have survived his majesty's bloodlust." Penelope explained, rising from my side. A wave of relief washed over me once she was halfway across the room, it looked to me like Penelope was exercising a great deal o