A Jewel In The Crown Book Novels & Stories

"I am Alpha blood. I was born to lead—not to kneel." His eyes widened; he knew it was true. We were ex-mates once; he had felt my power. Jay and Jewel decided to turn their hatred into obsession. Their goal now? Ruin me, ruin Don, so Jay could claim the crown. “You should have stayed small,” Jewel hissed, fighting to get up. “A little rejected girl with nothing.” "You're afraid," I said, smiling coldly. "Afraid because you know I am stronger. Because if I stand with Don, you lose the crown."

"I'm willing to work myself to death for a boss like Ms. Moore. I mean, who else will be this lucky to meet someone like her in their lifetime?" "I seriously cannot believe that she's paying out of her own pocket to set up a fund and buy us homes." "Come up to the stage, Ms. Moore! Everyone's waiting for your speech!" … My head spun, noise buzzing around my ears. When I opened my eyes, I saw Hazel White—my best friend—surrounded by employees, being ushered onto the stage.

“But the crown is not just mine. It is the kingdom’s. I cannot let personal ties blind me.” Her sigil pulsed one final time, bright and steady. The shadows bowed and dissipated. ⸻ The Crown Awaits The pedestal rose slowly, carrying the crown into the air before her. Light cascaded over her, warm and electric. The palace itself hummed approval. The trials were passed. Aera approached the crown, hand steady. This was the moment the seal had waited for. As her fingers closed over the metal, a voice echoed—deep, resonant, unmistakable:

“Why don’t you open it up?” Daisie put the gift box on the table and opened it up. What appeared in front of her was a crystal crown. The biggest gem was the Pigeon's Blood, an extremely rare and high-quality sapphire. Meanwhile, many diamonds of all sizes were embedded in the circlet, and even the circlet itself was made of moonstone. She picked up the crown carefully and asked, “Did Mom design this for me!?” Yorrick smiled. “Yeah. This is the only one in the world.”

Her boots crunched glass, the paperweight sweaty in her other hand. His eyes dropped to the key, that grin stretching wider. “That little thing. Opens something your dad stashed away. Worth more than this rotting heap.” He waved at the estate, the storm screaming outside like it was backing him up. “You don’t even know what it’s for, do you?”

At the room’s center stood a raised platform, and upon it, a pedestal. And on that pedestal, something glowed. Elior stepped forward, his breath caught in his throat. It was a crown. Not like the one he carried, the First Crown, bound in iron and restraint. This one was different. It shimmered with a faint, otherworldly light, its silver surface untouched by age. At its center, embedded in the metal, was a single blue gemstone that pulsed like a heartbeat. Myrra inhaled sharply. “The Second Crown.”

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

Alpha Francis thanked the woman and she left with the tools in a red box. A tall, ripped, handsome youth carrying a silver pillow that had red fringes all around its edges and a golden crown studded with 3 emeralds placed atop it, walked over and knelt before Alpha Francis. The Alpha King gently took the crown and faced Zehelina, "You are a brave warrior, and it is evident to all that this is your destiny, as the chosen elite out of hundreds of others seeking this jewel. This crown comes with glory, wealth and influence. But it also comes with sacrifices, pain, weighty responsibilities and even death. Are you willing?"

Written on it in the frosting. "Aisha!" Pearl screamed. Jewel laughed heartily and went to hug her sister. "It's about damn time!" Laura screamed and Jewel cackled, hugging her too. "Let me see your ring," Pearl whined and Jewel proudly showed off her diamond ring. "Chai! See real diamond." She lamented jokingly and Jewel giggled.

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…