Three Dark Crowns Series Order Novels & Stories

His voice was low, graveled by the weight of what they had uncovered in Crestfall only nights before. “And yet, here we are,” Serenya replied, her fingers brushing the carved stone of the altar. The worn sigils of twin crowns—one of light, one of shadow—had nearly been erased by time. Nearly. “This place holds the answer, Kaelen. The prophecy speaks of it. Two crowns, one kingdom. One truth that cannot remain hidden.” He stepped closer, his boots whispering against the marble. “You believe the crowns are real?” “I don’t just believe.” Her voice was softer now, tinged with fear and awe. “I feel them. As though they were meant for me... and for another.”

(completed) Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book about all of the children from the Trio of Mates Series. Finding their mates, fighting the Riding Hoods, and facing a changing supernatural landscape, the children will now take over the mantle of leadership from their parents. Lots of graphic smut. (completed) - Second book, Red Rover, is ongoing. Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

Leo was there, his runes glowing with a soft, sunset-orange light. The Fourteen Blood-Lords were gone. The Hunger was gone. But as the sun rose over the Eastern Continent, a single, black-ink crow landed on my shoulder. It didn't have violet eyes. It had Amber eyes. "The Thirteenth Cycle is the Cycle of the Orphan," the crow spoke with my mother’s voice. "But the Fourteenth Cycle... the Fourteenth is where the Sun finally meets the Moon without a shadow." I looked at the Eastern horizon. A massive, golden gate was rising from the mountains.

"Just hear me out with what I say." Turning his attention to me, I watched as his eyes moved towards my middle. "Abagail and Aurora are tied to something, something that makes them stronger than any rider or Dragon known to history..." Moving his gaze to meet mine, I felt a chill run down my back. "The Sacred Cave of Noelle and The Great Book."

The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are: - His Hunt For Redemption (Book 1) - Design of Fate (Book 2)

Both are here on GN. If you'd like another BL book, check out Subduing the Alpha or I am Not Your Love Story which is also on GN. Please note that Subduing the Alpha has two versions, the completed BL version and the hetro version which is still being edited for a female lead. And, if you're tired of romance stories and would like some adventure and fantasy, please check out Adventures of the Crown. Book 1 is completed and book 2 is ongoing. Both are on GN and MN.

After what felt like an eternity of training, it was finally time for the champions to showcase what they have learned from the five Sages to the packs. The arena was a massive circle, it was surrounded by high stone walls with rows of seats stacked in layers, where the crowd watched eagerly. Roxanne and the other champions stood in a line, all dressed in a dark-gray tunic that reached their mid-thigh, with leather straps across their shoulders and waists. Their slim pants tucked into knee-high boots and leather bracers on their wrists, and their hair was pulled back tightly, with arrows on their back and their bow at their side.

he marveled, a small smile against his lips, before looking back at his company, placing the crown on the table, “ but because it does not belong on my head.” “You mean to say, the boy finally shifted,” Tar commented. King Saga nodded, “tell me you cannot feel him.” Tar took a breath out, knowing that ever since that day, the day when the ground shook and a vibration tore through his dragon like a new powerful connection had been formed, Flame had been hunting for something- “I feel it,” Pete stated, now all eyes on him. He looked toward his brothers, “we’ve all felt it. Our Hydra, Darken, is hunting for him, hunting for the scent he knows lies not in this realm,” he finished.

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.