Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

Getting out of the black car with her veil upon her head, she saw a red carpet leading to a man wearing a black suit. She could not make out the face of Hyperion but her fear of fooling a notorious mafia suddenly came crawling beneath her, making her shudder. She was well aware that the consequences would be dire once she gets found out, but before that happens, she must get this wedding over with.

The past few weeks have been more diabolical than even I can comprehend. “You know the Alpha king is coming here soon, visiting every pack in the regions, and you will be on Jimmy’s side as his Luna, not me. That position belongs to me, but lying to the Alpha king is a felony. I can’t pretend to be you, and I also can’t kill you outright because that would mean the Alpha king would have me killed. So let’s see how far your body can go before it breaks down, and being fair, I have been enjoying this even more.” She announced as she examined her body in the mirror.

Mira looked at the dress. She looked at my mother. She pressed her hand to her mouth again. "I told you not to," I said. "I'm not crying," she said. "I'm just—" She stopped. She looked at the ceiling. She looked back at the dress. "It's the same crest. It's the exact same crest she wore three hundred years ago and you're going to wear it in two weeks in front of five hundred wolves and the Alpha King who built an evidence case to give it back to you." She breathed through her nose again. "I'm not crying. I'm simply experiencing a significant emotional response."

“Daddy said no cum. You don’t get to finish on my cock, princess. You get to stay full and aching like the dirty girl you are.” She whimpered, a high pathetic sound, her pussy clenching helplessly around my shaft like it didn’t want to let go. “Please… I’m so close… Uncle, please let me… I’ll do anything…” I pulled out. Her pussy made a wet sound, gaping, clenching at air, shining with me and her and Damian all mixed together. My cock was slick, throbbing, angry red, and a string of her juice connecting the head to her hole.

Before I let him slip away. I forced myself to glance over my shoulder. “And if it comes down to it,” I replied, “I won’t make it easy.” His slow smile wasn’t warm. “Good.” As I pushed through the locker room doors into the storm, Victor Hale’s ultimatum echoed in my head. You can’t both be kings. Six weeks. One crown. One exile. And the terrifying part? I still didn’t know which one of us I’d sacrifice to stay.

The people who looked upon him saw not a father, but a ruler, a king forged from iron will and relentless desire for control. I took my seat next to my father with her head held high even though I felt small beneath my father’s eyes. I could feel the gazes, the weight of politics, the eyes of all the clan leaders were on her, of being the daughter of the King Myras Frostfang, the woman who had brokered peace more times than war had allowed. I met the eyes of the Alpha of High land clan Alpha Erydan; he was the leader of one of the mountain wolves. My father’s second in command stood on the opposite side of my father. My gaze continued around the table meeting each of the clan leaders’ gaze

Kael protested. "You need titles for formal occasions," she insisted. "Traditional or innovative?" Through the bond, we considered. "The Broken Crown," Lyra said suddenly. "That is what we are. Five pieces of what should be singular authority, shattered and reformed into something new." Silence. Then slow nods. "The Broken Crown," Queen Elara repeated, testing the phrase. "The Council of Five, known as the Broken Crown. I approve." She stood, and the Court stood with her.

Will woke up on a couch in a corner with a mild headache, his hands shackled together while his feet were chained to the floor by his left ankle. He blinked and realized where he was―a concrete room that smelled of bleach, which was too familiar for him. What the fuck is going on? He closed his eyes as he could barely keep it open. He had to figure out what was happening and how he ended up inside his own lair right after everything went black. His breath hitched at the sight of Una, seated in a chair in the middle of the room where he usually tied his victims from the ceiling. Wrists shackled to the armrests and head hanging down, his girlfriend looked unconscious.

I hissed. Was the woman blind? Or just ignorant to these things? "Relax Jaxton. He won't pick up her scent. I consult with the witches to give me a portion to block her scent and mine. She won't be found, at least not for now." She smoothly says, as looked down at her nails. "Make no mistake Jaxton, I will get Julian to be mine and forever."

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.