Bound By The Crown Novels & Stories

Why they’re still a nightmare at 9/47 When the Circle tried to annihilate the binding ritual in 1612, the Crown didn’t just punish them; it fed on them. It ripped their souls out, bound them into the seven black-glass shards, and then used their own stolen power to hide the remaining thirty-eight treasures in pocket-realms. In other words: Every time I claim another piece, the Circle gets a fraction of their original strength back, because the Crown is literally built on the energy it siphoned from them.

It’s not even advisable to go alone, since one of the emphasized rules of the minister was to never leave your partner behind. After some time, Hannah can’t help herself but to clench her hands as she gathers her courage to speak. She opened her mouth to talk but was cut off. “I have a question for you.” Hannah fully faced her as Catalina did the same. They exactly stopped in the middle of the pathway. Luckily, the site was closed to the public for the safety of the royals. She directly looked at the other’s eyes, still clenching her fists to force herself not to be intimidated. She bet it would be marked later or that it was currently bleeding. Catalina’s tall, alright, making Hannah tilt h

It was actually cold hands that guided her fingers. "No..." She tried to whisper, but not weird came out. It was trapped completely inside her, no one to help her out. It was her signature that they were taking without her permission. The person dragged her hand, until it landed on a document It felt slow, and of course unnatural, but they had the final say. "It is done," the voice replied. "From this moment onwards.....she belongs to the Bale family." At this point, darkness finally swallow everything, nothing that happened afterwards was known to her again.

He waved at me with a not so bright smile. I finally let out a scoff. Ethan scoffed too. "Wife?" "Of course," Adrian replied calmly. "She's still wearing the ring I put on her finger." Then it dawned on me. I glanced quickly at my finger, and it was still there— the symbol of my bondage. Grabbing my finger, I pulled out the ring. I walked up to Adrian who was now on his feet after seeing me approaching. "Here," I said, handing him the ring. "I believe this belongs to you, and I am no longer tied to you."

“What does that mean?” “It means every wound they suffer bleeds through the bond into your mind,” Marcus explained grimly. “If a pack bound to your crown goes to war, every injury, every broken bone, and every death across that battlefield will echo in your head. The true weight of the Blood Crown is not the authority to rule—it is the capacity to endure the collective agony of your people.”

I said, not taking my eyes off Mercy's face, "because I watched a sword stop moving on its own, and I would like one person in this room to tell me the truth, just once tonight, before I lose my mind." Kaelen answered, since apparently he was the only one left willing to. "The crown protects her," he said. "Now that she's touched it, it protects anyone she chooses to protect too. That's how the bond works. It always has." "Then why didn't it protect her from him a year ago?" "Because a year ago, she hadn't touched it yet. The crown doesn't act until she does." "That's convenient," I said. "A weapon that only works once you've already been hurt enough to reach for it."

Only then did she finally look up at me, her expression inscrutable. One of the guards, standing vigilantly by the Queen Mother's side, swiftly came to my side, grabbing my arm to hold me back. In a firm voice, she declared, "You will not disrespect our queen in that manner." She attempted to handcuff both of my hands, clearly not willing to tolerate any further defiance. However, the Queen Mother intervened, raising her hand to signal for the guard to stop and leave the room. The guard hesitated for a moment, torn between her loyalty to the queen and the orders she had received. After a silent nod from the Queen Mother, she reluctantly withdrew, leaving us alone in the chamber.

Never! He smiled with a proud glint in his eye as she lifted her head. One of the attendants offered a rough-looking black circular crown, the top spike in the center adorned with a massive black gemstone. Around the circlet's base are four long horn-like thorns. Nothing about the crown screamed glamor; everything about it roared status and dominance.

he said. We sat opposite each other while a bowl full of milk and water filled with rose petals placed in-between us. "You both have to find a ring from the bowl. The one who find it first will be the winner. And its a saying that whosoever find it will dominate in the relationship" aunty said while dropping the ring in bowl "Seriously mom!!! Are we the kids who would do such nonsense" he said "Shut up and play the game seriously. It’s a ritual you have to do it" aunty scold him while everyone laughed including me.

Fear mingled with curiosity—Aera could sense it. ⸻ A Secret Revealed Seralyne, seated in the empty throne area, raised her hand. “Enough,” her voice silenced the chamber instantly. “There is something you do not know.” Every head turned towards her. “The crown has always been bound to a safeguard,” she said. “Not a person, not an army—but a ward. A living seal buried in the palace. It can choose who accesses the crown’s full potential… and who does not survive attempting.” Aera’s heart skipped. “A living seal?”