The Crowning Novels & Stories

Zions' P.O.V. As we walk through the crowd in the throne room, I pick up on Rain's nervousness. I squeeze her hand gently to reassure her that everything will be fine. "There are so many people in the Throne Room!" She links me. "It's okay, my love. Unfortunately, it's tradition to have leaders and Alphas from all over attend the Crowning Ceremony of a new royal. Try to keep your eyes forward and your chin up. And remember, we are all by your side, No matter what!" I link back, and she takes a deep, steadying breath. When we reach the bottom of the stairs, I put my hand on the small of her back to help support her, and we start making our way up.

“Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?” I darted my tongue to lick my dry lips as I nodded my head as the man muttered. “I do,” “With the power of god, I may pronounce you as the Queen of Nitholirc, wife of Lords of Nitholirc and hope of people,” My heart fluttered as he gently picked the crown with his both hands and Claus bowed slightly as he placed it on his head as people cheered and clapped. My chest tightened with uneasiness, and I swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat.

The very next day, the party to commence the start of the selection for Varmore Empire’s empress was held in the great hall of the Whitmore Mansion. Everyone, most especially the candidates, wore their finest attire that complimented the light seemingly ablazing the entire hall. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries and sparkling chandeliers, and not to mention, the floor was a gleaming marble. At the side of the ballroom, musicians were lined up, playing lively tunes while the other guests accompanied it with their graceful dances.

My brows furrowed as I watch Mina at the monitor in front of me-- She was walking with a sword and a book in her hand, wearing a red cape and a crown looking beautiful and dominant on her behalf--- The crowd clap their hands as Mina walk the aisle, not smiling. I watch as she walks near the platform-- how the people stare in awe and admiration. I don't get it, all of it-- not until the priest started the ceremony. "We are gathered here today to witnessed the passing of crown to the firstborn of Moreiti's as part of the ritual over generations-- I am here by the power and rights vested upon and in accordance to the law and order of the Moreiti mafia." The priest started, he then held the swor

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

It was a hard fact that saved me multiple times. Since we were on the topic of chances, I had to say that coronation was even more interesting than I expected. When someone said coronation, I was expecting a boring thing with long speeches and crowns. In the ocean it was different. There were no speeches. The crowns were made of gold and another stone. Once it touched their heads, they glowed. It was amazing. I had no idea what was happening for most of it, but I was intrigued enough not to stare away from the imagery.

The hallway outside was crowded. Servants whispered excitedly, and elders smiled among themselves. The door opened, and the pack healer stepped outside. His face was brighter than I’d ever seen it. “Congratulations, Alpha. The Moon Goddess has blessed the pack. She is carrying your heir.” He announced. For one heartbeat, the entire world became perfectly still. Then cheers erupted around me. The elders clapped each other on the shoulders. Servants laughed through happy tears. Warriors lifted their fists in celebration. “Our future Alpha!”

I couldn't help but ask. Leaning heavily on his cane,Vincent followed closely behind me,answering carefully:"I water them myself every day.I...I was afraid they'd wither." Right then,a small,glossy black Cane Corso puppy came trotting out from the grand hall. The moment it saw me,it wagged its docked tail frantically and lunged for my legs. "Echo,stop."Vincent immediately blocked the pup with his cane."You'll dirty the Donna's clothes."

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

“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.