Ayase Guilty Crown Novels & Stories

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…

No matter how selfish and irrational it might sound that she still wanted to protect him after everything he had done but she was helpless to her heart here. Corbin stepped further closer to them and his eyes widened when his gaze straight landed on Asael's t-shirt which was completely stained in blood and Corbin immediately understood how he might have received these stains. It filled him with more worry. “Remove your t-shirt right now and give it to me,” Corbin uttered but Asael's words stunned both him and Ezrene. “I will surrender to the cops,”Asael spoke out. Ezrene's eyes widened in shock at his words whereas Corbin gave him a disbelieving look.

“Get straight to the point.” Carson said, “Sir Ares is the crown prince of Imperial Capital, Young Master, whereas you’re Yorks Stronghold’s young master. You both have equally unrivaled good looks and outstanding talent, but why did you suffer a crushing defeat? That’s because you don’t have two extremely intelligent sons like Sir Ares.” Cole mulled it over. That made sense. Jay was majestic and impressive in Yorks Stronghold only because the twins, Jenson and Baby Robbie, were working together.”

They will not see that there was him whose name was The Falcon, seen as the general commanding all sides, keeping his atrocious instinct a secret. --- The Falcon was waiting for the right chance to operate. As the familiar scent of wind blows before him, he knew that the time has come. Ayu’s clan is getting near, to lay siege of the Royal Capital. They had with them bows in great volumes, Oriental catapults, spears of great length, mobilized ladders, and blazing orbs of hays. They are on their chants for victory and their words are about the fall of Clapestris. They were even mocking that Prince Thariem is away and King Rashal is in his business. All these verbose attacks are just a few of t

After seeing off the royal concubine, he let none of his soldiers follow him as he headed in the direction where Emery fell. For some reason, he felt a bit uneasy as he drew closer to the place where Emery was. When he made a turn at a corner, he found Vasmir holding down the assassin whose face was still covered with a mask. “I caught her, Your Majesty,” the spy stated. Vasmir noticed that the assassin passed out so he stood back on both feet and handed the dagger to the king. He could not really make out what His Majesty was thinking because, as usual, he was wearing an indifferent expression as he took the weapon from him.

A stranger was about to take the crown that was mine. Casbian paused at the door and glanced back. "You will attend the ceremony." His gaze dragged over my bruised and marked body. No guilt in his eyes. No disgust. Nothing. "You'll stand in the back row of the gallery. Kneeling. With the servants." "You will bow to the new Luna." "If you make a scene—if Lydia, or anyone else, discovers what you really are—" He didn't finish. He bent low and patted my sweat-slicked face.

I said, forcing steadiness into my voice despite the terror clawing through my chest at the sight of Kade, bound and bleeding, watching this exchange with an expression of fury and helpless fear that I'd never once seen from him across every previous crisis we'd survived together. "I want the crown," Ashen said simply. "Not the bond. Not some ancient power to redirect toward old grievances. Just the crown itself, and the territory that comes with it, surrendered formally, publicly, by a King choosing his human bride's life over his kingdom's sovereignty. That's a story my bloodline can use for generations — proof that the current arrangement was always built on something as fragile as a King

A young man stepped out, assisted by two servants, dressed in embroidered gold brocade and wearing a jeweled circlet. I'd recognize that face anywhere—even if it turned to ash. It was Matthew, my brother, who was supposed to be dead for over a year. The brother I'd given my life to atone for. He was back. Alive. Radiant. Dressed like a true prince of nobility. I hung there in the air, struck dumb as if by a bolt of lightning. My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling.

“Only one brother may wear this crown.” ⸻ Damien slowly looked toward the Crown. His golden eyes reflected its brilliance. Then… He quietly stepped backward. “It isn’t mine.” Leonardo looked at him. “You haven’t even touched it.” Damien smiled faintly. “I don’t need to.” “I’ve carried enough prisons for one lifetime.” ⸻ Alessio remained silent. The Crystal Crown felt strangely familiar. Not because he remembered it… Because it remembered him. His silver eye began glowing once more. The Archive whispered.

“Don’t thank me yet.” Everyone fell silent, and David brought out a sealed will from my mother. He read it out aloud. “Based on Clause 7 of Magnolia’s will, if any abnormal trades occur under the hands of the entrusted shareholders, their right to hold the shares on behalf of Miss Claire will be automatically revoked. “All profits from the shares sold today will belong to Miss Claire.” Gerald fell back into his chair. Jelena screamed, “Have you lost your mind?! Claire, this is a betrayal! You’re a traitor to the Sunfang Pack!”