The Flying Crown Sofia The First Novels & Stories

A history not written in books but etched in stone, waiting to be uncovered. Myrra knelt before the ancient script, tracing the symbols with careful fingers. “This is old. Older than most of what we’ve seen.” Rael crouched beside her. “What does it say?” She translated slowly, voice steady. “When the First King took the Throne, he saw the ruin it would bring. He saw the chains it placed upon the world. So he forged two Crowns, one to rule, and one to end the rule.” Sienna’s breath caught. “End the rule?”

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

Aethon stood behind the child. Blood dripped from the crown in his hands. Lucian stared at him. “Aethon…” The old wolf didn’t answer. Amara slowly rose, still holding her stomach. “Why are you holding that?” Aethon looked at the crown. “This belonged to the first ruler of existence.” The First King suddenly stood. “You were never supposed to find it.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “What is that crown?” Aethon looked at him.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

There was a single object sitting there on a stone pedestal. A crown. Not made of bone or gold, but of intertwined wolf fangs and vampire fangs woven together like they were always meant to be one. It looked powerful and kinda scary, old as hell. Noah's breath caught. "This was your mother's," Seraphine said quietly. "The crown of the first hybrid. The true king of both worlds." Noah reached for it, his hand stopping inches away. He saw something unbelievable.

Mira looked at the dress. She looked at my mother. She pressed her hand to her mouth again. "I told you not to," I said. "I'm not crying," she said. "I'm just—" She stopped. She looked at the ceiling. She looked back at the dress. "It's the same crest. It's the exact same crest she wore three hundred years ago and you're going to wear it in two weeks in front of five hundred wolves and the Alpha King who built an evidence case to give it back to you." She breathed through her nose again. "I'm not crying. I'm simply experiencing a significant emotional response."

"Head up. Shoulders back. You are King Alaric's daughter. Not a victim. Not a refugee. Not a broken wife. A Queen. Act like one. Believe it." I walk. The doors are gold. Heavy. Guards in gray suits watch us. Their eyes go to my dress. My borrowed boots. My bloody hands. My swollen face. They see a mess. They see a woman who fell down. They don't see me rising. "Name?" one asks. Bored. Like I am nothing. Like I will always be nothing. "Seraphina Alaric." My voice doesn't shake. I make sure. I make it strong. "Daughter of King Alaric. Candidate for the crown."

“Don’t worry… I am not forcing you to stay by my side. That is why, Emery, I will give you this one last chance to decide. Will you choose to be with me or do you want to return to the eastern continent with King Lawson? If you choose the latter, I will understand and will let you go without harm. However, if you choose me now… I promise to never let you go no matter what. I will cherish you for the rest of my life no matter how many of my people would go against us. You will become the empress of the Varmore Empire and do whatever you wish to do.” He then showed her the ring that was carefully forged with expensive raw materials by the greatest jeweler in the empire. With one glance, it loo

Crown Prince was flying in the air with Bella in his arm. Bella looked down on the ground and became frightened. She wasn’t used to this kind of height. She leaned into his chest. “Hold on to me,” said Crown Prince. “What?” questioned Bella. “Put your arms around me.” Bella did as he said. “Hold tightly,” he said with a smile. Bella frowned at his handsomeness. She then asked, “Why?” “Because we’re going to go very fast.”

it was said that those souls would roam around like ghosts and we're never allowed to be reincarnated or move to the next world. "Get ready,we are flying." Raphael informed her and immediately,dark wings emerged from his back and they flew high to the sky. Sophia closed her eyes due to the fear. She was afraid of heights but soon enough,she relaxed. It was a new experience flying high and watching everything below you. The place was covered by all beautiful plants, flowers and other features They finally landed and before her was a water lagoon "it's a hit spring, let's soak here." with that he pulled her and they landed in with a swoosh.