Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

*"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.

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.

The elder with the long beard spoke only to be interjected. “Get the crown.” He ordered, his features hardened. I caught my mother’s smile beside him. “Your majesty!” They both chorused at the same time. My father remained unchanged, gripping both sides of his throne. The golden crown infused with rare gems were brought on a red pillow by a guard, placing it in front of my father. He stood, taking the crown in his hands, stepping closer to me. “I hereby crown you, warrior princess Ariana of the great Warwick Kingdom, daughter of Radon and Sylvie, as the rightful heir to the Warwick throne.”

At the same time, some crowns that gathered around the big crown became dark, and dark smoke exited out of them. As they surrounded the big crown, the big crown resisted them, but it could not win against all of them; all the crowns had a very certain amount of power in them, and they all came against the big crown. The big crown fought on all sides, but it could not win. It suddenly gave up, and all the other dark crowns covered it up and piled it up. They buried the big crown by pressing it against the earth, and not long after that The other crowns disappeared at the same time.

And she would never be weak again. The elder witches stood at the base of the obsidian throne, holding the crown of the coven—crafted from cursed steel, its edges sharp enough to slice skin, its crimson jewels still wet with Lenora’s blood. The taller elder stepped forward, bowing stiffly as she held the crown aloft. Emilia didn’t wait for a summons. She ascended the steps with the weight of a queen and the eyes of a wolf. Her gaze swept the survivors below—some bowed, others hesitated, trembling as if caught in a trance.