13 Crowns Novels & Stories

“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.

Inside the box were three rings. "Will you marry me?" The view of the rings in the warm light of the candles made the rings even more charming. Bianca couldn’t understand why there were three rings, but even after a quick look, she could say which one was supposed to be hers. The smaller one with the writing: Crow. But right then, her eyes noticed another writing: Crowolf. The ring looked out of this world, filled with some difficult-to-name force, emanating from the round shape and the writing itself. It shone in the flames of the candles as if it were alive.

Being cared for all the time, her heart felt warm. "Ms. Hammond, the crown you are wearing on your head is created by the international master Herbert. The crown is adorned with 11 rare pink emeralds and diamonds. The pink emeralds alone are extremely rare, not to mention their similar sizes. Each one is handcrafted by the designer and has excellent color. Although Ms. Hammond is naturally beautiful, with their support, you will be even more stunning and radiant." Listening silently to the woman introducing her expensive belongings, Britney couldn't help but ask, "Did I wear a private jet on me?"

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

"Harvey, I really can't marry you," Christina stated firmly. The color drained from Harvey's face as his hand holding the crown began to shake uncontrollably. Even Irene and Leroy panicked at her response. "Christie, what nonsense are you talking about? That crown is worth 18 million dollars! Do you think proposals like this grow on trees? Just accept it first!" Irene exclaimed frantically. "Yeah, Christie," Leroy chimed in. "At least say yes and get the crown. If you really can't stand him later, you can always change your mind!"

Once I was close enough, the three jewels emerged from their containers on their own, attaching to the crown with some kind of magic, or perhaps with ghostly hands; it was hard to tell. As the jewels settled into their ancient settings on the crown, a shock wave of pure energy burst outward, knocking several people off their feet. The crown rose into the air, hovering at eye level as it pulsed with power, its colours blending in perfect harmony: moonsilver, sunlight gold, forest green, and celestial blue. "The Harmony Crown," Sebastian breathed, his normally composed features slack with awe. "Fully awakened for the first time in centuries."

Whatever she’s hiding, she’s spending real money to keep it hidden. Damien stared at the message until the screen went dark. The necklace. He’d been trying not to think about it, but it kept circling back like a song stuck in his head. The pendant Seraphina had been wearing was a gold chain with a red gemstone. Not ruby. Something darker. Garnet, maybe. The setting was unusual, an asymmetric bezel with a tiny vine detail along the bail. He’d noticed it because it reminded him of— No. He got up from the chair so fast it rolled backward into the bookshelf. He crossed the room, opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet by the window, the one he kept locked, the one that held things he pretended d

"As for you, Lorenzo. You say she isn't 'clean'?" "In my eyes, her soul is ten thousand times more noble than your putrid heart." "For every insult you hurl at her, I will strip you of one of your territories." Lorenzo’s face turned deathly, translucent pale. Greed and terror fought a violent battle in the depths of his eyes. He opened his mouth, but the vile words were choked back by the icy realization of his crumbling empire. Sebastian didn't give him another look. He waved a hand in unfiltered disgust.

Her face was already pinched into the expression of a woman preparing to fire the entire palace staff. “Mami.” I cracked an egg into a bowl. “Morning.” “My crown is missing.” I picked up a second egg. “Which crown?” Gabby looked at me like I had just asked who the president was. “My pink glitter crown.” “You have four pink glitter crowns.” “The aquarium one.” “Oh. The cheap one.” “It’s royal.” “Royal and seven dollars can coexist.” Her face darkened. “It’s gone.” Another set of footsteps came from behind her.

Chapter: The Rise of Omahie One month had passed since the royal wedding. Emily and Damien were crowned together in a breathtaking twilight ceremony held at the summit of the Whispering Hills, where the magic of the ancients still clung to the earth. Their new kingdom would not rise from soil soaked in war, but from love, unity, and vision. Emily wore the Diamond Crown, a relic passed down from a forgotten line of queens, re-forged with her own bloodstone at its center. Damien held the Magical Staff of the Moonsworn, carved from celestial ashwood and glowing with old power.