The Gentle Beast With A Beautiful Crown นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His black ink made a small splotch on the corner. “It is to protect the Lord’s mother crown. The King once made the crown using his magic that allowed the gems to be made from snowflakes and ice gem. They don’t melt however to keep it gleaming it should always be near the snow.” Belle carefully looked at the crown. The beautiful gleaming gem that looked as though it had capture the beauty of winter in it. The carefully carved gold that seemed to be made with thoughtfulness by the maker. Belle had only heard the story of Leon’s father and her mother from him and from there she could tell the king and queen had loved each other dearly. A love that inspire their youngest son.

My mom spoke softly, beckoning me away from my mate. He reluctantly released me & I made my way over to my family. Gavin pulled the box from my mom's lap & sat it on the floor infront of them, claiming it was a little heavy. I unwrapped the box & opened to find the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. It was a crown & staff, the crown was made of silver, with sapphires lacing the edges. In the center of the crown sat a circular moonstone, shaped as the full moon, with Crescent shaped moonstones on either side of it. The staff was also silver, with rows sapphires running down it. The top of the staff was a large round moonstone. I was in awe as I picked up the staff first, twirlin

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

Different questions needs to answered. The day has finally come. The day everyone has been waiting for. Princess Belle of Bassy just arrived at the palace in her Royal carriage. The royal family stood at the entrance to welcome her. Maids stood horizontally, ready to get her things and welcome her. As she stepped out of the carriage, Anna held her breath. "Wow!" Was all she could say. She was indeed beautiful. Her eyes, her lips, her face in general was breathtaking. Her hair was blonde and beautiful. The way she stood and waved made Anna feel so inferior. She can't believe prince Kai kissed a low rank maid like her. She's not even as beautiful as princess Belle. I mean, look at her! An elde

Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor. Kane came forward, but the priestess raised her hand to stop him. The ritual wasn't complete yet. She closed her eyes and continued with her chants, the fire growing bigger and bigger. Suddenly, the wolf turned away from Zane's unconscious body, and it bounded off at top speed. The priestess finally let her hands down, and the fire died slowly too. She opened her eyes, now blank and without the colored part. Kane watched, his eyes thin. The priestess closed her eyes again, and took in a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, she was back to normal.

Looking around him, he noticed that it was a truly beautiful place, although due to its size it seemed lonely, he realized that apart from Keil, there was no one else. Near the place where he was sitting he noticed a simple, but elegant black cane, which was floating motionless a short distance away and on his legs as if he were waiting for its owner was a crown of grayish metal with three prongs, in The base of each of those prongs was a beautiful gem, the gems on each side being pure white and absolute black, the one in the center had all the colors of the rainbow and was slowly changing from one side to the other. tonality. He casually placed the crown on his head, but doing that was a te

When she opens it and takes out its contents, I feel a strange twinge in my gut at the sight of the Lycan Crown resting in her hands. The crown is a beautiful piece of pure gold craftsmanship, crusted with gems and tufted with wolf’s fur. But I don’t have time to dwell on it for too long before my mother sets it back down in the open box and gestures towards the seat at the head of the table. I take the seat reluctantly and look around expectantly as everyone else sits down at the table.

When she finally found what she was looking for, she leaned over the edge of her bed, and I immediately held my arms out so I could catch her if she fell. “Becky! Please come down from there. You know I don’t like it when you do that,” I lectured sternly, making her giggle. “Sorry, Mama Naomi! Here! Hold these please.” I took two boxes from her so she could climb down off her bed. I looked down at the boxes in my hands and was stunned to see that both of the boxes had pictures of crowns on them. Surely that wasn’t what was in them. Right? He wouldn’t have bought crowns. Especially not crowns that looked like they were expensive. Becky had me sit on Nasha’s bed before opening the boxes so I c

“The Hollow plays tricks.” “Do I?” she asked gently. Her form wavered, then solidified again, a cruel mimicry of flesh. She stepped closer, her feet making no sound on the ruined floor. “The crown you seek is not a gift. It devours. Every soul that touches it is nothing but dust beneath its weight.” Maxim clenched his fists. His oath felt like iron bands around his chest, but beneath them, the Beast roared, straining. He wanted to reach for her, to seize her hand, to test if she was shadow or flesh. But he dared not.