Novel & Cerita The Stolen Crown

The murmurings died down when he lifted the conch shell to his mouth to continue to speak. "The royal crown has been stolen," Alpha Demian added, and there was suddenly an uproar. The murmurings were louder this time, and didn't die down even when Alpha Demian lifted the conch shell to speak. According to the pack members whose voices wafted into my ears, it was a first time occurrence, the Alpha's crown has never been stolen, not since the pack was established some four hundred years ago. "This is the handiwork of the rogue Wolf," Alpha Demian declared, and an affirmative hum from the others followed.

Even now, Alexander still thought that was what I wanted. I said, "You're wrong. I never wanted a house or the position of the Luna of the Graystone pack." I stared down at him. "What I want is for you to lose the things you can't bear to lose. Your power, reputation, and the Alpha position you value over everything. The Luna position Sophia had always coveted. And Lucas—he'll never come anywhere near the successor's position again." Alexander's breath hitched as he jerked his head up. Just then, a Council of Elders guard rushed into the rain. "Your Majesty! Princess! Something happened! Sophia tried to bribe the guards in the tower. She was planning to escape the Graystone pack with Lucas o

His forehead creased and his mouth set in a thin line. I bit my lower lip when I just realized what I have said. I didn't wait for his word. I ran away. Stupid, Kirsten, that stupidity will kill you. *** ANITA was confused. As she was expected last week, Joy Leondale told her that somebody saw Enrique with someone else. It gets her annoyed, every time she heard that his boyfriend and that someone else was sweet that night. She defended his boyfriend and told everyone to stop spreading that news. It's great that they obeyed her because if not. She'll tweak their hair.

You've been targeting me all this time because you wanted my wife, didn't you? [You deliberately stole my wife's underwear so you could manufacture a chance encounter. You're unbelievably vicious.] [I finally caught you yesterday. What do you have to say for yourself now?] [You like being the other man that much? I bet some rich woman bought your apartment for you too.] I instantly exploded. Then he started flooding the chat with screenshots from his home security cameras. The images showed Vanessa holding her underwear as she walked out of my apartment. I was genuinely impressed. The man could turn black into white without blinking.

Relief crossed their faces when they saw the Crown resting upon my head. "You succeeded," Alden said quietly. I nodded. "The Crown chose me." Magnus offered a brief smile, but it quickly faded. "I wish I could say we have good news." My stomach tightened. "What happened while we were gone?" "The Raven Order searched nearly every restricted chamber." "They stole several ancient scrolls." Liam frowned. "Did they discover anything about the third relic?" Magnus hesitated. "We're not certain." "But they took one document in particular." "What document?" "The genealogy of the First Moon Child."

CROWN AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED. Lucas placed his hand against it. The system rejected him. ACCESS DENIED. Lucas frowned. He tried again. Nothing. Richard looked at the door. “This was the final chamber.” “What is inside?” “The original Crown server.” Lucas turned. “The server that controls Crown-01 through Crown-04?” “Yes.” “Then how did the thief get inside?” Richard's expression became troubled. “He couldn't have.” Lucas looked at him. “Unless?” “Unless someone gave him access.”

Serenya instinctively reached for her sword, but Darian grabbed her wrist. “Not here,” he hissed. “If they capture you, everything is lost.” “Then tell me why they want me!” she shouted. He hesitated, torn between duty and honesty. Finally, his voice broke through the chaos: “Because the crown does not belong to your house alone—it was stolen, Serenya. And you are not the only heir.” Her heart stopped. “What are you saying?” A scream echoed from the center of camp. Kaelen appeared, blades flashing, cutting through Veynor’s men with lethal precision. His hood fell, revealing his face—a face that some of the soldiers gasped to recognize.

Anisel swiftly looked at me. “What do you mean by that?? Let's say they own 20,000£– stealing the crown won't do??” “That is a lot of money to owe someone, Anisel. But no– the crown is around 10,000£ at most. They are out of luck to erase that debt. People are better off stealing a jewel from the palace.” I said. I was going to add that the royal diamond is the best bet, but I felt something fishy is going on here.

He stuffed the ring into his pocket. My breath caught. My foot shifted, hitting a heavy wooden stool. Thump. Maxwell froze. He didn't run. He slowly turned his head toward the door. His eyes were cold, sharp, and dangerously calm. "I know you're there, Loveth," he said. His voice was smooth, but it felt like a knife at my throat. I stepped out from behind the door, my chest tight. My hands were shaking, so I balled them into fists. "You're stealing it. The Founder’s Ring."

The room falls into dead silence. "What! What is it?" Wilson frantically asks, equally alarmed. He wasn't sure what all the fuss is about so he looks at his father in confusion. "Someone, fucking stole the crown!" The king explodes in anger kicking the box that had held the crown earlier and it hits the ground with a thund scaring everyone. "How dare anyone want to taint our reputation?" "What!" Wilson gulpes but remaines calm. His breath stuck at his father's words. He walks forward and loweres his eyes, he gazes into the box but it is empty.