A Crown Of Chains Novels & Stories

In my past life, they were gentle partners during the day, but at night, they devised all kinds of twisted, perverse ways to torment me. Camilla thought she had won wealth and glory. Unbeknownst to her, she had wrapped three chains around herself. I slowly clenched my fists, feeling the surging power beneath this ugly shell, which was enough to tear everything apart. This time, I wouldn’t let the loyal ones die, and I wouldn’t give the betrayer another chance. I took a deep breath and lifted my gaze toward the eternal moon hanging above the temple. The Moon Goddess seemed to see straight through my thoughts. A faint smile curved her lips. "Go, Alpha Seraphina. Teach this land what it means t

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.

“I can do it again.” Outside, the bells tolled midnight. Deep beneath the palace, in the Sanctum, frost crept along the golden walls. And in that silence, somewhere between prayer and power, the two sisters began to draw closer once more, one in chains, one in silk, each preparing to claim the crown that the other could not hold.

For a heartbeat, he heard nothing but the ringing in his ears—and the faint, broken whimper that sliced through it. Rowan. Damian forced his body upright, vision swimming. The chamber flickered with torchlight, shadows jerking like startled animals… and in the center of the room— Rowan hung from the ceiling in chains. Head lolled. Barely conscious. Skin carved open and dripping, bruises blooming like violets, breath wheezing out of him in shredded scraps. His once-imposing alpha presence was now a flickering candle in a hurricane. Something in Damian snapped. He took one step.

At the center stood a structure that made the breath catch in Aria’s throat. A crown. Not a symbol. Not ceremonial. Real. Forged of black metal veined with gold, suspended above a stone pedestal by nothing at all. It hovered, unmoving, humming with restrained power. Damien swore quietly. “That’s not possible,” Serel whispered. “The Crown is above us.” Aria shook her head. “That’s a shadow. An anchor.” She stepped forward before anyone could stop her. The air shifted immediately. The hum deepened. The symbols flared brighter, casting jagged light across the chamber walls. Aria’s skin prickled, every instinct screaming both warning and recognition.

Chapter Ten I step outside the ballroom, air stinging against my skin. The chill wraps around me, sharper than the hum in my stomach. My heels click on the pavement, echoing through the night, with every step away from the music and laughter that sound like mockery of my pain. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ward off the cold, but it's no use. The freezing wind isn't outside but inside me, solidifying my heart and making my thoughts leaden and slow. I came tonight to support Noah, to be with him. Instead, I feel like an afterthought, a shadow in his life.

With a sudden, shift, my soldiers and I readied our stance as the approach of our King sounded. Nicolai James Mosrodic. The self-proclaimed King of the Underworld, Infera. Our city. Our prison. After all the time I had spent here, you would think I would be used to it by now. But no, the mere sound of its name, the very essence of its existence lived to stab me repeatedly, incessant and cruel.

“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”

The king didn't care about them, they were abandoned in a tiny house behind the castle. In another scene ; It looked like a dungeon and Anna saw Teresia chained and she looked awfully tortured. She looked starved and heavily beaten, Anna felt pity what can she do? And she realised she can do nothing. While pitying Teresa, heavy footsteps were heard heading her way. Anna watched the evil King get in the dungeon “ Now tell me how to get those powers " King Gabriel roared Teresia looked at him with disdain and hate ” I don't have any powers and even if I had, I could never give it to you “

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.