Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

Taking a breath, Brawen seemed to find it difficult to calm down. If God's Crown naturally disappears, there's nothing to worry about, but if it's stolen, I'm pretty sure, because how much god must that person be to be able to get the Divine Crown that is behind. Brawen that she did not know. Brawen glanced around. The Crown of God is created by Titania from eternal light, but around the royal palace is still bright as day and the flowers are still blooming and blooming, proving that the Crown God is still here, very Very close.

*"The Weavers lied. The Crown was never yours. It was *hers*." The truth detonated. The Crown wasn't a relic of the First Wolves. It was a fragment of the Rootmother herself, a seed planted to fester. And I'd let it take root. Jason's choking gasp snapped the thread. There was no choice, no victory-only sacrifice. I plunged my scarred hand into the nest of roots at my feet and unleashed the storm. --- The Crown screamed.

She would do whatever it takes to win her freedom and shape her destiny. She would prove herself to the rebels and take down the corrupt monarchy. "Alright," Karen said, her voice firm. "What do I need to do?" The rebel leader's smile widened. "We need you to help us steal something very important from the palace. The werewolf king's crown." Karen's eyes widened. The werewolf king's crown was said to be enchanted with powerful magic, making it an extremely valuable and dangerous artifact. But Karen knew that she had no choice. If she wanted to earn the rebels' trust and earn her freedom, she had to help them.

ABEL EVERHART'S POV My hips rock as the last wave of overwhelming pleasure sweeps through my body. My chest is heaving and parts of me feels more sore than before. Rowena's hand leaves my body and she reaches for the crown. "You should be able to end the stupid rebellion with just a simple command. They are werewolves. The crown's true heir should be able to command the mind of any beast. Even from thousands of miles away," she says. She allows me time to relax before placing the crown on my head.

The crown sparkled in the sunlight, made with silver branches shaped like moonlight vines. Kendrick turned to Rina and said, “With this crown, I name you Luna of the Crystal Pack, my equal, my heart, and the mother of our heirs.” He placed the crown on her head. For a brief moment, there was silence, and then the entire crowd erupted in a thunderous cheer. The sound of howls filled the air, echoing across the hills. Wolves shifted in excitement, lifting their heads to the sky. The music began again, louder this time, and flowers were thrown into the air.

"Daddy, isn't my dress pretty? Grandma gave this to me for my birthday this year!" Rowan adored Wanda. He leaned down and scooped up the little princess. "Grandma has great taste. Our Wanda is just like a princess." Wanda smiled, her eyes crinkling with delight. She pointed to the crystal crown. "Daddy, this crown is a gift from Mommy. Isn't it really pretty, too?" The crown, studded with crystals, sparkled brilliantly. The central diamond, the largest one, was about the size of a fingernail, and it was clearly worth a fortune.

White socks with a bit of lace, just princess enough without screaming festival. When I brought them out, Poppy tilted her head. “Is that… boring?” “It’s classic,” I corrected. “You’ll look like a well-behaved child.” “I’m not well-behaved,” she said. “I’m Villain Glitter Princess.” “Exactly,” I nodded. “Which is why you have to pretend.” She weighed that logic, then nodded slowly. “Okay. But I still want to wear a crown.” “A small crown,” I bargained. “The silver one, not the giant gold one with LED lights.”

I turn my face to Pontis Maari, escaping from him, and watch as he places his newly won crown on the sill, between our hands. — I have offended you several times before, but this time it is extremely necessary for me to tell you; this is very ugly. Contrary to what I expect, the wolf doesn't respond immediately. He looks at the object with resignation. — It was made by Arden's daughter, Naa'ji. After he died, of course. It was during the first Primal. Arden had many children and they all demanded the right to reign in his place. They fought against each other for several days and nights, and in the end many died and the survivors were injured and tired. Her only sister, Naa'ji, killed them a

Having so many voices inside your head at once can be daunting, especially if you don’t know how to block them out. ‘Welcome to the pack, beautiful.’ ‘Thank you,’ She whispered into our mind-link. Once Anja was back with me, I turned and retrieved the crown of the Queen – one my mother wore once upon a time. The crown I wear is large, platinum, and engraved with wolves howling to the moon. Anja’s is smaller and encrusted with white and clear jewels, perfect for my mate. Goddess, it makes her lightly tanned skink glow! As I placed it upon Anja’s head, her eyes closed for a moment, allowing the crown’s power to fill her veins.