Booktok Crown Novels & Stories

With gestures, not words. I sat on the bed slowly and unwrapped it. A new book. Thick, bound in leather, smelling expensive, old, and important at the same time. ‘The Silent Crown.’ I ran my thumb over the title and shook my head. He picked perfectly. Always perfect. His love may be feral, dark, filthy with hunger and violence—but his gifts? They were thoughtful. Personal. Intimate. I opened the book and started reading. Not because I cared about the story.

Dante was seething, but he had to keep it under wraps. He never saw it coming. The girl who had always been so meek, the one who clawed her way up from the slums, the real deal heiress, was showing her true colors then, all teeth and claws. "50 million? In your dreams! Who do you think you are?" "Dreams are optional." I whipped out my phone, the screen showing a ticking countdown to send. "This is Rosa's health report. It says her kidneys are in perfect health, and that the whole sick act was just a con to snag my kidney.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

“I… I was reading in the library when he startled me so I ended up throwing the book right at him out of surprise.” Castor chuckled, pretending like he did not already know of the answer. Shifting his attention back to his horse, he wondered what she was really up to. He expected Emery to lie about it since it does not change the fact that she was found in the library alone in the middle of the night. But she was honest about it, making him waver on his belief that she was a secret eye of the Silex Kingdom’s ruler. “Here,” Emery said, handing him a small bottle like the one she had given to the emperor.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

For a human. “What are you talking about?” He asked, his blue eyes scanning the three with an intent curiosity. He rubbed the towel over his head with an intent determination to dry his blond hair. “Nothing,” Vaughan uttered as he opened the satchel next to him. He pulled out a golden crown with amethyst stones etched into the metal. He held it out to Fenryn, who glanced aside for a moment as if he were hesitating. Only after Vaughan narrowed his eyes at the man, did Fenryn finally take it, and exchanged it for the towel. However, his hair was a complete mess, and this caused Vaughan to glare at him further. “What?” Fenryn said, grinning.

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?”

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

She held up her hand, and the flame etched a symbol into her palm, Not a god’s rune, Not a Scribe’s glyph, Just one word, burning in her skin: “Liora.” The chamber trembled, The voice of the Scribe, older than gods, returned. “Then you have chosen your page, Not the throne, Not the pen. But the story.” The door behind her slammed shut, And for a moment, just a moment, the Hollow Crown lifted from her spine and hovered before her, The Scribe’s voice whispered once more: “Take the crown once more. Walk as queen, But know this: The world will write back.” Liora caught the crown, The fire sealed into her again, The Unwritten shrieked and vanished into the dark. But his echo remained: “There will

"The man who wrote the Ledger isn't in a grave. He’s sitting on the throne." Elara stared at the vial. If the man who wrote the book of secrets was the same man who had been murdered... then who was the person Joren was claiming to be? Before she could ask, a massive bolt of black lightning shot up from the city below, striking Korth Square in the chest. The dragon screamed, his wings folding as they began a death spiral toward the jagged rooftops of the capital. "Elara!" Korth’s human voice cried out in her head. "The Crown! He's already using the Crown!" They hit the first roof with a bone-shattering crash.