The Gentle Beast With A Beautiful Crown Novels & Stories

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

They were the stewards of the land, entrusted with the welfare and prosperity of their people. As the ceremony reached its pinnacle, the crowns themselves were brought forth, symbols of authority and unity. Kendrick's crown was studded with precious gemstones, reflecting the strength of his rule, while the Faith's crown was adorned with delicate filigree, symbolizing her wisdom and grace. The king's crown was placed upon Kendrick's head with a regal solemnity, a weight that he accepted with a sense of duty and honor. The queen's crown followed, its gentle placement a reminder of the delicate balance she would bring to the kingdom.

The Crown hovered above her head. Broken. Floating. Pieces suspended in the air. And inside the shattered Crown— A woman slowly opened her eyes. Silver hair. Silver eyes. A beautiful smile. Selara. The first thing she did was look directly at the giant being beyond the gate. The second thing she did was smile. The third thing she did made every ancient being on the battlefield panic. She bowed. Not to the Empty King. Not to Aurelia. Not to the creature. To the thing beyond the gate.

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 “Do you think they will ever wake up?” My voice came out quieter than expected as I stood near the massive glass windows overlooking the kingdom beneath us. Even after two weeks here, this place still didn’t feel real sometimes. Huge mountains surrounded the kingdom beautifully while glowing rivers cut through the lands like something straight out of fantasy movies. Giant silver towers stood proudly beneath the night sky while thousands of lights glowed across the city below. Beautiful. Peaceful.

The flickering candlelight reflected off the polished metal, catching the object resting on the dark velvet cushion. My breath hitched. It was a silver crown, intricately forged to look like twisted roots and thorned branches. A half-transformed wolf was carved directly into the front of it. The King stepped toward me, lifting the crown from the tray with both hands. His eyes locked onto mine, hard and demanding. "May you wear this crown in duty to the lineage you carry, and to the protection of the throne." He raised the silver above my head. I felt like I was drowning. I looked up at Eilís one last time, just to catch a flick of anything. Any emotion. Any sign.

Then we can dump him in one of those underground fight clubs for the real freaky clientele to use as a punching bag. Marco's eyes bulged, head shaking in panic. "No! Please no! Elena, just kill me!" I turned a deaf ear, shifting my gaze to Rosa. "And for my dear sister… She's all about beauty, right? Always snatching what's not hers? Bring every mirror from this basement. Let her stare at her ruined face every day, at that mangled hand. "Oh, and I've heard those freak shows in the Isles are scouting for talent, send her over. Let her pay off her debts with that body of hers."

Sirens wailed somewhere far off. Domenik moved to her, hunger written in every line of his ruined body. He set his glass down, crowding her against the wall. “You think this is sanctuary? It’s a cage with better locks.” She didn’t flinch. “You always did like cages, Crown.” His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back. He kissed her—hard, bruising, claiming. There was no tenderness. Not after everything they’d lost. He bit her lower lip, drew blood. She gasped, the sound half defiance, half surrender.

I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck. They are all so successful, (and sexy) I just know their momma is living the dream right now. "God, he is so sexy," I heard Alissa speak from somewhere I jumped not noticing she was here already, "Calm down, I'm not a ghost," she said amused by my display of shock "shut up," I grumbled pulling myself from the couch and turning the tv off, "Let's just go," "Ok," she giggled

It sat back on its haunches and let out a proud howl now that the mark was in its proper place. “Okay,” Bella breathed, startled. A quick check confirmed that Victor's mark was still on her right hand where it belonged. Relieved, she turned back to the beast and took a moment to study it. It was beautiful. Lean and elegant, it resembled Victor's atypical beast form more than Darian's. It was strangely more human than the others, which lent it a grotesque kind of beauty all its own. Its thick mane was adorned in white and gray feathers that looked as if they had come from a dove. Now that it wasn't roaring and snarling at her, it seemed almost peaceful.

“Be more careful from now on,” Castor said with a serious look on his face. “The empress will not just idly sit by and let her crown be taken away.” “I know,” Emery replied before flashing him a smile. “Thank you, Sir Castor. Have a good night.”