Txt Crown Novels & Stories

The silver key buried beneath Cael's chest wall began to push outward, the skin stretching taut and white over the sharp metal edges. ​Deep inside Lyra's head, the Hollow Queen shrieked a frantic warning: Break the key! ​Lyra stared at Cael, her heart hammering as pain flared up her forearm. How? ​With the Crown. ​We don't have a Crown! ​The Queen's voice dropped to a desperate hiss: You do. ​Lyra looked down at her left palm. The faint, broken-crown mark burned against her skin, glowing with fierce intensity. Five silver lines were rapidly spreading outward from the center, racing across her wrist, climbing her forearm toward her shoulder like veins of liquid fire.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

I knew now Amelia had to be telling the truth, there was some obvious power tousle going on in vampire realm between the cultured vampire royalty and these vampires. There was something about the Vampires that had me in their car, that was so uncultured. Their every move spelled rebellion. LA was a shitty place to be when Christopher Rhinehart rulled, I wondered how it would be with this vampires that didn’t even care the least about discretion and what had the one with a gun said? They were soon going to be all over the country.

Crimson sad, we tried to sound as cool as possible in other not to make Kevin feel offended or anything, it worked. "You are priceless Lily... No amount of money is enough for you!" Kevin replied, Crimson's face went red with heavy blushing, she burried her face in his chest for a while before lifting it and placing a kiss on his jaw. "Thanks honey.. will you help me test them out? I need to see what those babies look like!" Crimson said as she walked towards the bentley face, excitement was written all over her face. "Oh Lunette is so going to be jealous!"

He told to help myself to whatever book I may want to read and he took his seat behind his desk, writing away on a parchment with a quill pen. I schemed through ledgers of the books, reading titles that were written in languages I did not understand. All the books were red, except for a particular purple one. Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover.

Brea stretches her right hand forward and the World stone appears in it, still in its dull unassuming form. “Everyone send your powers now!” Catherine commands. The chanting stops and a great storm of magic rolls as the witches all transfers power towards Brea within the cairns. A green and silver glow suddenly erupts from the World stone, bathing the whole clearing in its light and drawing gasps of surprise from all the witches. “The World stone!” a few voices hiss in surprise. A silent argument rises between Anna and Tilda in the circle formed outside the cairn a minute later.

People gasped, staring aghast as I lifted the Scarlet Mark out, the brand of the Rejected. "No!" one of Ilana's friends exclaimed, pushing forward but restrained by a pack guard. "Don't," Ilana begged, weeping tears. "Please." I clenched my jaw, reaching for her arm, soft, warm skin hesitating at the briefest of touches. My wolf growled at me in protest, and I pressed the brand into her flesh with a strained determination. Ilana screamed, the sound tearing through me like a blade. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground as the sear branded her skin. I released her in a sharp breath, stumbling backward with the weight of my guilt and regret.

#winks. Here's my contact info: +234816070856... I really hope you get this. Just know I'm expecting your... Your crush, Tim. I scoffed. What did he mean by crush? Who says I'm crushing on him? I went back and read from the beginning. I can't quite remember but I'm sure a sheepish smile was playing on my lips. Something felt off so I counted the digits of his phone number only to discover one digit had been torn out along with the rest that had been torn out.

he answered. "So you do work for the German government?" "I don't work for anyone's government." "You work for the UN then...?" Cain shook his head. "No, this is a privately owned and operated organization," he said. "So... it's a gang?" I asked slowly. Cain laughed. I was in awe for a moment as I watched him smile. "It's not a gang, it's completely legal," he said. "So what kind of affairs do you manage?" I asked.

I slide into the seat of the private jet, quietly laughing at the emblazoned gold ‘C’ logo on absolutely everything in a very amused manner that gets a shrug from Alexi. It’s not his plane but it belongs to his cousin or something, and I get a kick out of the familiar iconic mark everywhere. I have seen it on buildings in the city and on paperwork in the office sometimes. It’s not Alexi’s trademark, but the business tycoons in the family use it to solidify a brand. Carrero is a household name on a lot of high-quality products and services in the States.