13 Crowns Novels & Stories

Just beauty for its own sake. Flowers bloomed from our palms, each one reflecting a different perspective. Golden roses for Kael's fierce devotion. Silver lilies for Rhett's sharp intelligence. Blue orchids for Darius's gentle strength. Violet nightshade for Marcus's dark history transformed. And in the center, a bloom that shifted through every color—Lyra's cosmic nature, containing multitudes. We wove them together into a crown. Not for wearing. Just for creating. Just to prove that even as one being, we could still make beautiful things.

"What's up? If you've got something good going on, let me in on it. I'll invest in whatever it is, deal?" Some things never changed. I sidestepped to avoid him, only to see him grinning ear to ear, holding up ten gold bars like a dog with a bone, eager to please. I was just about to grab it when he started acting like a total fool. "That's some dead guy's junk, I don't want it." He saw my poker face but kept going. "Is that thing supposed to keep you alive? Like what they stick in dead people's mouths or noses? Show me how it works, so I can live forever too. Then I'll treat you like a goddess or something!"

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

I’m about to stand up and protest when Eisa walks over carrying a purple velvet pillow with a crown resting on top that I’ve never seen before. Eisa steps up to my mother and slowly kneels down, raising the pillow to my mother. The crown she’s presenting is stunning, but definitely not one that’s been sitting in the family undersea vault. Large seashells point to the sky surrounded by smaller shells, all with a duo chrome shift that makes them shift from blue to purple to green in the light. The crown is decorated with blue, pink and purple sapphires, diamonds and opals creating a gorgeous prism effect when it catches the light.

"The combination is great, what of the crown. Do I need to use separate crowns on either cases?" "Of course, you got to. Let me figure it out." He lifts his head to the ceiling, his index finger on his lips and he seems to be thinking about it, mumbling his lips, saying what I can't hear but finally he speaks up. If you go for silvery-white gown, then you got to put on a gold crown to match with your jewelries, gold gown then go for a silver gown." "Great!" "Which do you choose?"

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.

Liam had full-on cracked up when he saw Marcus, but got himself under control quickly. My crown, thankfully, is much more understanded. It's a braid of twisted gold with tiny flecks of diamonds and rubies scattered along it so that they wink subtly when I turn my head. I instantly loved it, and Jeanette had given me a knowing smile when she saw me put it on.

"I don't know which irresponsible guy got the jewelry box wrong. Now, let's see the real gift." As the box was fully opened, the lights dimmed and the crown appeared before the crowd. The crown is made of platinum and studded with more than 100 cut diamonds of various sizes and shapes, totaling 80 carats. When our father twirled the crown, it shone brightly, like the stars in the sky. It was amazing. The beauty of the crown caught everyone's eye. Everyone held their breath until our father put the crown on Stella. The crown fell on her head like a ray of starlight from the sky.

"You are now anointed, blessed and consecrated as Queen Luna." Herrick then shuffles around to the side to retrieve my crown, ready to seal the deal. It is the most ornate tiara known to the world; the Mother Crown. At an estimated cost closer to the billions then millions, it is truly the most spectacular piece of jewellery I have ever laid my eyes upon. It is made of 24-carat gold, and bedazzled with over one hundred pure crystal diamonds reaching around my head in a halo. Eighteen brilliant teardrop shaped red rubies accompany the spectacular diamonds as the statement of the crown, and then another diamond blinks on top of the rubies.