13 Crowns Novels & Stories

Just as they were about to leave the magical artifacts shop, Lily spotted the crown in a display case. "Alpha Alex, look! A princess crown!" She pressed her small hands against the glass, leaving smudges. The delicate crown sat on a velvet cushion behind enchanted glass, its white gold and diamonds catching the light. Ancient runes of power traced its edges, promising enhanced magic to its wearer. "Ten million dollars," Alexander read the price tag, his voice tight. The amount was more than the pack's entire monthly income. "No, Lily. The wand was already too expensive."

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

the grand duke ordered, placing her on her bed. After 5 minutes, Clover was already in her room, gasping for air. It seemed that he had rushed to get there. Clover was a tall man, his hair a vibrant shade of red, almost as if it were on fire. It was always styled in a messy but fashionable way, adding to his overall charm. Perched on the bridge of his nose were a pair of rectangular glasses, which framed his deep brown eyes and added a certain intellectual air to his appearance. “My lord,” Clover greeted the grand duke, and his gaze was on Elen. She could see the surprise look on his face.

He is not even seeing their full closet, it’s in range, they’re comfy clothes, robes, princely attire, suits and tuxedos, are all in different section. Then we will get to their shoes before going to their crowns. Their crowns are not that much. They each have just three. One for when they are in the kingdom, one for when they are visiting other kingdoms, and the last one is their official crown. The one I crowned them with and they only wear those during balls. I brought out their clothes and laid them on the dressing table. I carried Dean on it, and Silver did the same. I removed their towels and dried them up with my powers. “Okay, they have everything together except creams and moisturiz

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.

I mean, “Will you do me a favor and get lost?” he said while fixing the hem of his fitted dress shirt, “Why didn’t Xerxes come? He knew about this one, my god,” he dramatically fixed his hair on his forehead. “You’re there, nothing to worry about,” the woman said, “Come on, let’s get this done,” All of us were divided based on our factions; The Canine, The Dawn, The Sabletail, The Wildridge, and The Averrant.

Suddenly, there it was - amidst the riotous weather and foreboding wilderness - a shimmering glint caught my eye. Through the heart of the storm, nestled between the gnarled roots of an ancient oak was the Alpha's Crown, gleaming with an ethereal light that cut through the darkness. The Alpha's Crown – a legendary artifact of our kind, imbued with the collective strength of countless leaders. It was said to hold the essence of every pack leader who'd ever worn it. Now, it sat nestled between twisted roots, caught in the spectral dance of lightning that fractured the darkness every few moments. The crown was an intricate weave of silver and gold, studded with rare gems that glowed with ethere

Zhatierians never like materialistic items unless it’s the King’s and Queen’s crown and both of them find it a pain on their head but being King and Queen, they had no choice. Eve had a crown for herself too. It was red just like Adam’s crown and a golden jewels decorate the middles of the crown with small stones scattered through what look like plant veins and small red rose giving it a bright red colour on the crown. It was beautiful but Eve never liked it. It was too much but she didn’t know how to tell Adam that.

“Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?” I darted my tongue to lick my dry lips as I nodded my head as the man muttered. “I do,” “With the power of god, I may pronounce you as the Queen of Nitholirc, wife of Lords of Nitholirc and hope of people,” My heart fluttered as he gently picked the crown with his both hands and Claus bowed slightly as he placed it on his head as people cheered and clapped. My chest tightened with uneasiness, and I swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat.