The Hollow Crown Book Novels & Stories

By the fourth night, Jamie knew better than to pretend the corner booth was empty. Even when it was. Bar Della Luna remembered people. Not in the sentimental way; no nostalgia, no warmth but like a ledger. Inked entries. Names written once and never crossed out. The booth carried that same memory now, a presence that lingered even when Adrian wasn’t there, like the shape a body left behind on a bed.

"The car held a first-aid kit, top-shelf liquor, and three hundred brand-new Brownings. "What's your call on handling them? Your wish is my command." With those words, a hush fell over the hall, thick and heavy as a tomb. I could feel Nolan's stare, sharp as a blade on my skin, but I did not look back. "Sophia!" Nolan's voice, laced with restrained fury, came from behind me. "Are you out of your mind? Do you even know who William Vincent is? He's got more blood on his hands than the entire Winston clan!"

Tara smiled in her head “ Did you just become arrogant after hearing you are getting married? Let me disappoint you Tara, the prince you are marrying is a nobody like you. Do you know what they call him? The cursed prince, the nobody prince of Vampiria. And when the battle of the throne starts, you and your prince will be the first to die because he's not powerful. Don't be so proud because you are just being used as bait for the peace agreement between our Kingdoms, and it's also the easiest way to discard you out of our royal family ” Flora spoke with mockery “ Is that all? Are you done blabbing? ” Tara asked again and this time the two women gasped loudly as they couldn't believe Tara was

He took a moment to stare at it, a sadness filling his emerald eyes as he traced his thumb across the tiny rubies that had been encrusted into the golden branches. He placed the crown on Alora's head, taking a step back from us. "I, Erik Bloodstone, hereby step down from the throne and give it to Damon Bloodstone and Alora Elwood." His voice rang out into the room. Magic filled the space igniting around us as the ribbon wrapped around mine, and Alora's hands started to glow. The light grew brighter and brighter, consuming the ribbon entirely.

I thought to myself, You know what I should be a responsible adult and watch the news. I flipped to the news where it was talking about a new book released by Koda Crown, 'such a beautiful name to a beautiful face' I thought to myself, and Koda Crown was indeed an amazing author, not so amazing that deserved all of the hype, such as being on the news with a new book, but enough to be a known writer and maybe have an article or 2 about him. All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books.

he said, voice dropping, gritty. “He’s not solo. You hear that?” She swallowed hard, forcing her breath thin, tuning out the thud in her ears. There—soft scuffs, boots on concrete, more than one pair echoing faint. Her gut twisted. They were boxed in, and that vial—Dorian’s sick little gift—was out there, laughing at her from the dark. “Perfect,” she grumbled, edging tighter to the wall, her arm brushing Roman’s. His heat stuck to her, and it was stupid how it messed with her head.

I'm stealing from the Crown Prince when the mate bond hits. Not my smartest move. But I'm starving, he's rich, and his tent at the hunting festival is full of food nobody's eating. So here I am, shoving bread into my bag, when three men walk in. I freeze. They freeze. Then everything goes sideways. Something punches through my chest and I can't breathe. It's everywhere at once, burning under my skin, coiling in my stomach, and my wolf is howling in my head for the first time in five years.

I make certain I sit there next to him, so if he wakes up, he knows I love him and would not leave him. It is late afternoon, and it is time to head to King William Castle, I wait until the sun was just going down. I grab the Archers and soldiers and have a soldier carry our gear. I have us all dressed in black with black masks. I teleport all of us to right outside the Vampire King's castle. I get them positioned in the trees facing the king's balcony. Then we wait. We were there an hour or two, and then a figure in a dark robe came out, I had the Archers ready to shoot and as soon as the person turned around, I Mind-Linked FIRE! The arrows hit their mark, but my mouth dropped open, and I c

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

Her sleepless night was worth spending, after all, seeing that the Queen Dowager loved it. The noblewomen dining with Queen Dowager are astonished by Darina’s wit in their literature. They believed that engraving poems to a woman’s heart are like writing an epic to a stone for just a day. But when it becomes possible, it is because that woman is more interested to honor the kingdom than herself. They believe that Darina is unintentionally revealing her strength to be the next ruler of Clapestris.