The Flying Crown Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Sofia The crowning was Mila's idea. This was not how it was presented officially officially it was a formal pack ceremony, the recognised rite by which a Luna was presented to the territory, ancient and weighted with the specific gravity of things that had been done the same way for a very long time. But it was Mila who had come to me six days after the battle, with her notebook and her numbered questions and the expression she used when she had thought something through completely and was ready to present it, and said:

'Congratulations,' I mind-linked her. 'Thank you,' she replied, her voice thick with emotion. She stood up and I saw Vladimir stand up too, his crown on his head. They turned around to look at everyone. "I, Nikolai Volkov, Alpha of the Rogue Pack, King of Mozog, announce the Crowned Prince —Prince Vladimir," Nik said, his voice proud. He motioned me to go ahead. "I, Avalyn Volkov, Luna of the Rogue Pack, Queen of Mozog, announce the mate of Crowned Prince Vladimir — Princess Sofiya," I said, my voice soft but firm.

When I lifted a hand, the air bent around my fingers. And upon my head— A crown. Forged of moonfire and blood. “No…” I whispered. Sofia Movement caught my eye. At the foot of the throne lay a body. Theo. He was sprawled across shattered stone, blood pooling beneath him, dark and endless. His chest did not rise. His eyes—those eyes that always grounded me—stared sightlessly toward the sky. The scream tore out of me. I ran. My feet barely touched the ground as I fell to my knees beside him, hands shaking as I pressed them against his wounds.

The prime minister revolted for no apparent reason and tried to seize the monarch's power. Sofia begged the Queen of Grandia Kingdom, Queen Carina, to save her country. They were a friend at Diamante Academy, and she didn't have any choice left. Feeling hopeless and was forced to the edge of a cliff, she sought her out. Sofia bowed her head, suppressed her tears, and pleaded with Carina to be allowed to enter the Grandia's Imperial Harem as a concubine.

“They call me Sofia.” We fell in love almost instantly. Samuel was also the first of his kind–the first to not only become King of Fresonia, but King of the Dragon Knights. His power was vast and his rule benevolent. The people loved him. They crowded at the castle gates, shouting his name, begging for his mercy to bless them with food.

William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants. He clasped my shaking hand, his gaze warm and filled with a gentle pity. "Sophia, my dear little Principessa, forgive my tardiness." He slipped off his trench coat, still holding his warmth, and draped it over my shivering frame with precise care. Then, with fingers sheathed in black leather gloves, he tenderly wiped away the dew from my lashes. His voice was a deep, raspy whisper. "The car held a first-aid kit, top-shelf liquor, and three hundred brand-new Brownings.

Chapter Fourteen The next morning, the headlines were relentless. “La Reina Destroys Kingston Empire’s Legacy—What’s Next for Aaron Kingston?” “The Ice Queen Strikes Again—Sofia Laurent Claims Victory at London Summit.” “Power Move or Personal Vendetta? The Real Story Behind La Reina and Kingston’s Explosive Rivalry.” Sofia sat at the breakfast bar of her penthouse, scrolling through the headlines with a cold, detached expression, but the ache in her chest hadn’t dulled.

Hallow stepped forward, bearing a plush, crimson velvet cushion holding twin sovereign coronets—crafted of dark, forged dragon-steel intertwined with polished silver starlight-iron. Cassian reached out, taking the slender, radiant silver crown. He turned to Kira, his gaze burning with intense pride and devotion, and placed it gently upon her luminous, starlight-woven hair. Kira reached up, her fingers light and precise, setting the heavier dragon-steel crown upon Cassian’s brow. Together, they turned as one to face the assembly as co-sovereigns, officially uniting the Eastern Citadel and the Northern Royal territories under a single, invincible realm.

“And now you understand.” Sophia looked at him. “Understand what?” His throne began rising. “Why your story was never about defeating me.” The entire sky turned black. “It was about remembering who you truly are.” The Crown of Creation The black tree opened. Inside it was a crown. Not gold. Not silver. It was made from stars. Sophia recognized it. Her crown. The crown she had worn before she erased herself. The First King stretched out his hand. “Come home.” Sophia stared at the crown.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.