13 Crowns Novels & Stories

She couldn’t see the Elder’s face beneath his hood, but she sensed a wave of approval coming off him. Nodding, he gestured for her to bow. Bending her knees, she held the curtsey. Goosebumps flushed her skin as he revealed a golden crown. It had six leaf prongs weaving upward, two at each side, one at the back, and one that would align perfectly with her forehead. The band was lined with diamonds and hecatolites that gave off a subtle glow.

It made this moment even more intense and important, but it was a quick kiss. Victor pulled away and then reached out and took my crown, which is made of gold, with black details and red stones. The base of it is made of gold, with a black material and on top of the material there are gold carvings that resemble leaves, in vintage style, and 10 small stones adorning this part. Above there is a division in gold, where the tips resemble leaves, then next to the black part, there are gold notches that resemble wings and 5 more medium-sized stones are surrounded by gold details. Going up, there are five points, which resemble bat wings, and on the main point, there is a flower carved in gold and

The crown was shining in black velvet. Angela pointed and asked, "Aren't... are there diamonds all over the jade plate?" If all of them were true, then it would be too extravagant. "Of course it's true. More than 20 years ago, I took part in an auction in Country Y." This was the Crown of the Imperial Family. In the year of mercurial measurement, the Twenty-One-year-old Crown was forged together by Chalei Panjia Iraq, who was still Wang Chu's son at that time. It took him six months to make it. The crown was valued at 1600 grams, with 1469 diamonds and 36 gems. The largest naked diamond in front of the crown had reached 150 Clara, so it was luxurious and valuable.

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

The base of the crown was covered in every kind of gem conceivable, including diamond, pearl, ruby, quartz, platinum, and emerald. Interestingly enough, the crown was not placed on her head but was also hovering over her head as if some kind of unattainable prize sent from the heavens. With a two-foot circumference and jewels that were almost the size of an adult human fist, the crown was larger than usual. Too big enough for an average human, and just the right size for a 15 foot giant. Each jewel placed on the crown was almost the size of an average human fist. The shimmer spewing out of the crown had the power to blind every gaze that touched it.

The crowns would be brought to his parents and anyone else who wanted one, but it’s been awhile since he’s sat down and made a crown for another person. Carlos wants to make Ricardo’s crown perfect, building it up with honeysuckle, hawthorn berries, and orange blossoms while his own consists of an array of flowers he likes. Ricardo’s is particular, on the other hand. He doesn’t know what else to give him, but this is a sign of affection and his heart swells when he admires the finishing piece.

The crown prince just ignored her, Evan took a glance at the prince who seemed so irritated. "I'm sorry!" Katara yelled and waved her hand. "Are you alright, your highness?" Evans asks, what happened, why is he so grumpy when he's so excited to see the young lady earlier. "How could she casually brag about kissing many times?" Evans heard the crown prince whisper, he never saw the crown prince being this pissed off before. He prevents himself from laughing, the crown prince is one of the cruelest person he even knows but when it comes to Lady Heldigard he's so soft and nice. He witnessed how he could kill someone without any mercy so he never imagined being this good.

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.