The Viridescent Crown Novels & Stories

They spun together, forming a shape. Not a person. Not a portal. Something smaller. Simpler. But unmistakably important. A crown. A snow crown. It hung in the air, floating, shimmering with faint blue light. Every wolf stared at it in horrified awe. Lucian fell over sideways. “No no no no no. Absolutely not. Why is there a floating crown.” Elara whispered, “That is the High King’s crown.” Marek looked at me, fear tightening his voice. “Aveline. What does this mean.”

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

“I accept. For Iris. For our children. For every wolf who deserves peace.” The gathered wolves raised their heads as one and howled, a sound that resonated deep into the forest and up to the fractured moon. Power rippled through the clearing. The twin wolves on Iris and Aiden’s wrists flared, golden and black vines intertwining, their glow so intense that the air seemed to hum with divine energy. Scene 1: The Crowning of Aiden A ceremonial crown of intertwined silver and obsidian was brought forth, its design a tribute to light and darkness entwined. Selene carefully placed it on Aiden’s brow, and as it settled, the glow from the twin wolves shot upward in a beam of radiance.

It was said that they acquire unstoppable and unspecified sovereignty over all other kingdoms, which is said to be the main motive for the Royal Family's assassination. Legend says that only the ones that are deserving to receive the still have unseen Royal Crown, shall only have the right to use its unknown powers and supremacy over the kingdom. But nobody knows if what was heard and believe by all, is the truth. However, some people will do anything to achieve great authority and fortune because of greed and unlimited ambitions no matter how hard it is to obtain.

Thick brown wings with dangerous looking talons bordering it flapped behind him, causing his brown hair to fly about his face. "'Tis nigh impossible, my liege. The crown never moves until the Lord is dead. 'Tis the way of things." Lord Vas let go of my hand and stroked his bare chin with it. "Aye Ferrin. So we thought, until this morn. Allow me to show you."He said and snapped his fingers. The sound of metal clashing against glass filled the air and i craned my neck in the direction of it. I sucked in breath sharply as did everyone else around me. A transparent rectangular box made of glass was being carried in by a man who seemed to have a problem with it, since it was moving. Not

Proud that he almost revoked Rori’s right. Vladimyr and I found a quieter corner of the terrace, where the mist began to lift and the sun warmed the chilled stones. We spread out a blanket while Miranda laid out cider and pastries, and the twins eventually wandered over, still trading barbed remarks and mock insults. Victor tossed a long, vine-wrapped stem onto Vladimyr’s lap. “Here. So you don’t look so grumpy. I call it the Crown of Brooding.” Tori leaned closer, inspecting her work with a sharp grin. “You need something to match the bloodthirsty cheekbones. This’ll do.”

I exclaimed happily, twirling around for emphasis. Saturday came and all the preparations had been put into place. Grandma Rose and Pernwél had come to the Beta quarters to help me get ready. Pernwél had made me a crown with dried herbs from Grandma Rose’s pantry. She had woven together Lavender and twigs of Rosemary, tying them together with a cream colored ribbon. With a fine metal wire she had wrapped mountain crystals between the purple flowers. She tied the fragile crown around my loose hair with the ribbon, making my whole outfit come together.