The Crownless Again Shall Be King Novels & Stories

Not built of gold. But of ash and bone and starstone. “Only one of you may kneel before the new Luna Crown,” she said. “If neither of you are worthy... the throne will remain empty. And I will rebuild this realm as Queen without a King.” The older Kael limped forward. “I won’t kneel. Not to my own ghost.” The younger Kael met his eyes. “I don’t need to kneel to prove I’m better. I need to kneel to prove I remember how to love.”

I should have destroyed that instead of returning it. I need this to end. To stop. Revenge on my family is the last thing I will do. But, looking at the crown in my hands, I wonder if there’s another secret behind it. “Brother?” I said. “What happened, Rose?” my brother asked as he looked at me over his shoulder. “I was wondering, did father mention anything strange about this crown. You know something peculiar to it?” I asked. “Hmm, now that you mentioned it. I know it was to be bestowed to your mate by you. The crown, no wrong, the red rubies on it are the ones who hold power,” my brother explained as he looked lost in thought.

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.

—THE CROWNING OF THE CROWNLESS The Hollow Spire blazed with magic. Thousands had come—pack leaders, exiles, warriors, and wolves with no tribe at all. Ava stood before them in a cloak of black flame, her eyes glowing like dawn. “You came because you’re tired of being told who you are.” “You came because you want more.” “The gods will return. War will find us again. But this time—we won’t kneel.” “We will rise. Together. Crownless. Bound by choice, not blood.” “I don’t want your loyalty.”

Rowan asked. She shook her head. “They moved too well. Too organized.” Kael exchanged a glance with Elara. An army. “Who leads them?” he asked. The envoy hesitated. “None that we saw… but they carried a black standard marked with a broken crown.” Elara felt Mira’s warmth suddenly too fragile in her arms. Kael’s voice dropped. “That symbol died a century ago.” Rowan looked between them. “You know it?” Kael nodded once. “The Crownless King. A warlord who believed bloodlines should rule absolutely. He hunted gifted children.”

I yearned for the strength to shield myself and the ones I love, to never be at the mercy of anyone else's whims or cruelty. William fell into a silence so deep I feared he would turn me down. However, then, his face softened into a warm, genuine smile he reserved for moments like this. "Sophia," he began, his voice gentle, "you've never needed my protection. You just need to reclaim your heart from where it's been misplaced." He rose and strode to the window, his back to me. "Starting today, you're the Donna of the Vincents. My resources, my network, my influence–it's all in your hands now."

“The wielder does not escape its cost. For every bond severed, the Crown drinks of their life. For every command enforced, it carves from their vitality. Flesh weakens. Blood thins. Madness whispers. And yet the Crown remains insatiable.” I inhaled shakily. “It cannot be destroyed by mortal hands. It cannot be undone by strength. It answers only to divine authority.” The words blurred for a moment before sharpening again. “A wolf alone cannot break its dominion. But what the Crown silences, it does not erase. For the sacred thread, once woven by the goddess, may fray—yet it endures beneath suppression. Should the Marked reclaim divine right, should will transcend instinct, should two souls c

Silvana said, handing me the crown, to place it on Lanox's head. He approached me, I placed the crown. I held out my hand for him to stand up, "I Luna Queen Faith Zanaerys North of our White Magic Coven, I crown you as my King and I accept you for life, together we will give a new future to our people" I said looking at him. He stood up and everyone looked at him, his crown burst into flames and these were consumed, until his crown disappeared, the elements had accepted him as their king and I looked at Lanox excited.

Ciel continued. “If they stand behind you, protect them. If they stand beside you, respect them, and if they stand against you, defeat them." Jarvis proceeded. Kaizen slowly approached her; he hooked a hand under her chin and lifted her face to look him in the eyes. Brown met Crimson. “Always remember this, Roxanne.” “What?” She whispered. “A queen will always turn pain into power.”

The past few weeks have been more diabolical than even I can comprehend. “You know the Alpha king is coming here soon, visiting every pack in the regions, and you will be on Jimmy’s side as his Luna, not me. That position belongs to me, but lying to the Alpha king is a felony. I can’t pretend to be you, and I also can’t kill you outright because that would mean the Alpha king would have me killed. So let’s see how far your body can go before it breaks down, and being fair, I have been enjoying this even more.” She announced as she examined her body in the mirror.