They Crowned My Novelas e Histórias

I mean, he made a new crown for me but I didn't give him enough credit. "I would do anything to make you happy, AMANISA." Alpha Zachary declared, emphasizing my name as he wiped my face. The celebrating mood returned and I got crowned at the Luna of THE IMPERIAL PACK with the best crown I or anyone had ever seen. My coronation ended with a deep connection between me and my mate's pack members but still, I got a deeper kiss from my mate. A deep, passionate and steamy kiss that led us straight to his bed chambers. It was time to seal our fate.

He retreats my lips and removes his hands from my waist. “Forget about her vows.” She doesn’t have to say anything that she doesn’t mean. He says and I inhale. The moment the ceremonial words are said, I look to my side and all the intruders are towards me. I gasp at how crazy it is that I am being crowned Luna again. But the greatest thing that happens is when I face the front and Alejandro is on his knees too.

31st November, 2019 Eyes on me, just me. He seemed to be telling her as he watched her official coronation happen. Aria kept flashing back to the moment Troy had taken the crown, her crown, and put it on her head while they were still on the battlefield.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

When I opened my eyes, I saw Hazel White—my best friend—surrounded by employees, being ushered onto the stage. What was going on? I stared down at myself in disbelief. My body wasn't covered in sores, and my legs weren't broken. I was still frozen when an employee walked past and shoved me aside. "Hey, isn't this Ms. Moore's nanny?" she shouted. "What are you doing here? This isn't a place for you. Get out of here!" The sharp pain in my shoulder made everything clear—I had been reborn. In the crowd, Hazel glanced back at me, her tone somewhat impatient. "Why are you here? Trying to cause more trouble? Gosh, you're useless. You'd better not forget what you need to do later."

“She has borne the weight of this Pack with grace and fire. Tonight, we crown her what she was always meant to be, Luna.” The elders moved forward, carrying the ceremonial circlet of silver and moonstone. My knees bent as I knelt before them, my father’s hand trembling only slightly as he placed the crown upon my head. The hall erupted in cheers, voices rising, feet stomping in celebration. My throat closed, tears pricking hot at the corners of my eyes. But even through the thunder of joy, I felt unease. To them it was just my coronation, but to me, it was a pathway to my death. I gave my speech, promising them my support at all times and to stand by them.

I pushed her off and left. “Ehhhh!" The audience screams as they saw my entrance. They rose to their feet dangling a piece of white cloth. Cyrene cane along. The drum beat fourth. It's time I crown the Luna. The priest walked further to my side and handed the crown. I took it respectfully. I raised it high above my head for the whole crowd to see. “I hereby crown you as my Luna." I place the crown on her head. A spark ignites on one of the diamonds. Some cheered, a cheerful expression mixed with confusion.

In my life, Gracie was more like a shadow there, but never really present in my thoughts. But to her, I still existed. Still remembered and still mattered. I smiled at her and leaned closer to look at the drawing. Everyone else was drawn simply, stick arms, basic smiles. But me… I had a crown. A yellow crown sitting on my head. I frowned. “Hey… why am I the only one wearing a crown?” Gracie looked at me. “Because you’re famous,” she said quickly. “Famous people need crowns.” I sighed, almost laughing. “Really?”

For a moment, I hesitated. Then, with shaking resolve, I placed the crown upon my head. The metal settled against my hair, cold and unyielding. I stood there crowned but utterly alone. Luna in title. Broken in truth.

The attendant lowered her eyes. "Forgive me, Your Majesty. I meant Mr Danquah." Adesewa smiled faintly. "That will do." When the attendants had finished, she dismissed them and stood alone for a moment. Her father had once told her that a crown was not heavy because of its gold. It was heavy because people placed their expectations inside it. She touched the pendant. "Let me be worthy of it," she whispered. Then she walked out. The council chamber was already full.