The Gentle Beast With A Beautiful Crown Novels & Stories

The warriors clashed their heavy shields in a deafening thunder, and a massive wave of proud, primal wolf howls tore from the throats of thousands, echoing off the highest mountain peaks until the very earth shook. Braham stepped forward, taking the heavy golden crown from the cushion. His eyes were burning with an intense, fierce public devotion that made my breath hitch. He didn't look at the crowd; he looked only at me as he carefully, deliberately placed the crown upon my head, his fingers lingering against my hair for a fraction of a second.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

“Damien…” Before she could say more, the bedroom door swung open, and Damien walked in, holding a small velvet box. “Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed. Sofia’s heart pounded as he flipped the box open, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a tiny wolf-shaped pendant. She stared at it, speechless. Damien smirked. “Say something.” Sofia swallowed. “It’s… beautiful.” He reached forward, brushing his fingers along her jaw. “It’s more than that. It’s a protection charm, enchanted to keep you safe no matter where you are.”

"Now open your eyes, butterfly." He asked her while opening the blindfold of her eyes. Eva opened her eyes slowly, feeling the cold chilling wind on her sensitive skin. Her eyes widened at the scenario in front of her. It was a beautiful wedding venue in their huge mansion's garden where Naomi was present with her husband and their child. Besides them, there was a priest present in the aisle. Watching the beautiful scenario, Eva's eyes turned glossy. Vincent smiled at her reaction before taking steady steps to her front. "A crown for my queen."

Damien was all I needed, and it felt great to have someone putting me first. Aurora and Killian called out to Natalie as she stared at the table, more than likely reliving what happened and hopefully feeling guilty for trying to attack my mother. I hoped she did anyway. "There was a crown. It looked like the crown from my coronation. It was the only thing that kept its color when everything turned grey. But all of the gems had been replaced. They were all red." Natalie said, and I looked up to see Killian and Aurora staring at each other. "What?"

She stops in front of me and stretches it over, rocking on her feet and practically beaming as she croons. “Isn’t it pretty?” I direct my gaze to what she has in her hands and my heart melts the moment I see it. “Awwnnn Maya. It’s so pretty.” It’s a flower crown, and it looks so stunning…. I can't even imagine the amount of work that must have gone into making it. There’s a large jasmine in the middle, the white petals firm and fragrant and the light green pods like stems crafted from a diamond. Every flower has been placed with care and wow…

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

Before I could say anything, Cohen stepped aside, releasing my hand to allow Colt to step up to me. He was holding a large box that he presented to me in his hands by opening it to reveal what laid inside and I gasped. A petite, yet stunning crown, glittered with jewels and diamonds, fit for a queen. He lifted it out of the box with one hand, handing the box to Cohen with the other and then he stepped up to me, almost nose to nose with me as he placed the crown gently atop my head perfectly nestled amongst my head of curls and wispy strands of my golden brown locks.

Having so many voices inside your head at once can be daunting, especially if you don’t know how to block them out. ‘Welcome to the pack, beautiful.’ ‘Thank you,’ She whispered into our mind-link. Once Anja was back with me, I turned and retrieved the crown of the Queen – one my mother wore once upon a time. The crown I wear is large, platinum, and engraved with wolves howling to the moon. Anja’s is smaller and encrusted with white and clear jewels, perfect for my mate. Goddess, it makes her lightly tanned skink glow! As I placed it upon Anja’s head, her eyes closed for a moment, allowing the crown’s power to fill her veins.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"