Alec's Fallen Crown Novels & Stories

Alice blinked, stunned, and Renriel straightened into his chair. The vampire had touched a delicate point. He had made a mistake he should not have made, and now Kalias’s face was laden with sure will and resentment. ‘He was a king,’ Alice realized as she stared at Kalias, a version of Kalias who wore acceptable attire and had long silver hair - trapped in a ponytail. His beauty and table manners made that obvious, but it became fundamental for Alice at that moment. He wasn’t just a monster. ☽ ━━━━━━━━ ❍ ━━━━━━━━ ☾

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…

After talking alone with Scott who was still unconscious, Leizell started kissing Scott's forehead and lips passionately while one hand went into Scott's t-shirt and began to gently caress his chest while sighing softly. “Oh, Scott, your body is beautiful and now I imagine we're making love. I can't wait to enjoy the beauty of your body immediately," said Leizell as she lifted Scott's t-shirt and kissed his body. Leizell is a she-wolf and she became the first Female Alpha King in her pack after her father died. Blue River Pack is a pack that is under the leadership of Leizell and their headquarters is only in Manhattan. Leizell lives together with an adviser as well as a sorcerer for her.

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

The mirror-Selena moved with the elegance of inevitability. Each step she took echoed with finality, her crown glowing a stark blue that pulsed in eerie harmony with the one fused into Selena's spine. Across the shattered glass plain, the two figures stood—identical in form, unequal in essence. Selena gritted her teeth, her body still adjusting to the ancient weight now embedded in her soul. The name the crown had whispered lingered like frost behind her lips: Aeleth. It didn’t just change her. It restored her.

He looked at all three brothers. “…the greatest Keepers were never remembered because they obeyed destiny.” His smile returned. “They were remembered…” “…because they changed it.” Everything shattered. ⸻ Alessio opened his eyes with a violent gasp. He was back inside the Cathedral of Seven Bells. The Crystal Crown was gone. The white world had vanished. Only one thing remained. The simple wooden ring lay in the center of the shattered altar. No silver crown. No black crown. Just the ring.

When they saw her state, they left the place without any choice. “Where is the first prince?” Austin asked all of a sudden. “Firs Prince left right after the Royal Physician came,” Anna said. Venessa nodded her head and left with King and Crown. Meanwhile, Alaric appeared from the crowd in his invisible self and disappeared from there. He was tasked to tell Orion when everyone left Abigail’s said. The moment everyone left her alone, he went to his lord and chirped the news in his ears. Also, he chirped how Samantha embarrassed the queen and the crown prince. He also explained how the king let her go.

Alec looked surprised at my question, I guess it was a shock that I was engaging him in a conversation. “Not taking down,” he replied, his tone indicating there’s more to the story. “What is it that you think you are doing then?” I asked in a soft voice. Alec gestured to the chair beside the bed, and I contemplated sitting on it, but I had asked a question and curiosity was eating away my soul. “Claiming my spot as the rightful Alpha King,” he said in a deadly voice. “Alpha king?” I frowned, trying to understand his logic. Alec nodded his head, “I am the rightful heir to the throne,” he said.