Bound By The Crown Novels & Stories

My body ached anyway, not from the bed, but from the weight of the memories pressing down on me. I turned my face into the pillow and inhaled. No scent. No warmth. No trace of life. Just linen. I wanted to pretend this wasn’t real, that yesterday had been a nightmare, that if I opened my eyes again, I’d be back in the small room that had been mine before all of this. That my brothers’ laughter would spill down the hallway, that my father’s voice would call my name. But when I opened them, I was still here. The bouquet lay crumpled on the dresser, its petals withered overnight as if mocking me. A broken crown for a bride who wasn’t wanted.

Brendan’s voice echoed and rippled through the shadows, making it even harder for her to pinpoint where his voice was coming from. “I said stop calling me that!” ‘Rey!’ Suki cried out down the bond. ‘Rey, please, I need you!’ “I can feel you trying to call out to him. You can’t reach out to others when you’re in the shadows, and they can’t reach out to you either. He won’t be able to sense your presence either,” he said, emerging from behind a tree. “The shadows block all of that kind of magic. To the shadows, all that exists is what is within them; if you try to get out, you’ll still end up within the walls.”

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

Taking a breath, Brawen seemed to find it difficult to calm down. If God's Crown naturally disappears, there's nothing to worry about, but if it's stolen, I'm pretty sure, because how much god must that person be to be able to get the Divine Crown that is behind. Brawen that she did not know. Brawen glanced around. The Crown of God is created by Titania from eternal light, but around the royal palace is still bright as day and the flowers are still blooming and blooming, proving that the Crown God is still here, very Very close.

He walked to a cabinet on the other side of the room and pulled it out, he brought a rope and a blindfold. And then here I was in our room lying down on our king-sized bed with my eyes blindfolded, my arms above me, and my wrists bound. The bind on my wrists was loose; I could tug them off if I wanted, but I wasn't gonna do that; I hated to admit it, but I was enjoying myself, and he hadn't even started.

she pushed my head up showing me the ropes Luna's hands were tied to, "The rope isn't strong anymore, any moment from now she will fall straight into the bowl of acid." I looked up to see the rope was already cutting and she could fall into the acid but what was worse, there was hot red coals everywhere from where I was standing to where the acid was. "There is no way I can get there," I stared at the gang leader in disbelief. "You can walk on it to save her or she falls and melts inside the acid," The gang leader laughed, "So what do you say?" I stared at everyone in disbelief, I was confused as hell, and tears rolled down my eyes, I was helpless but I couldn't let Luna suffer because of me

Her eyes were wet. "Every forced bond you have broken this year, you did not break out there in the world. You broke it through yourself. Every chosen bond you blessed, every corrupted bond you burned clean, every tie you touched with that crown, the crown routed the pain of it through you and kept a piece. It is not a crown. It is a wound that rules by bleeding for everyone at once, and it has been bleeding you since the day you put it on." And the whole of my body's strange year fell into place.

“It’s… alive.” “No,” one of the council members snapped. “It’s a relic.” Aria’s voice came out steadier than she felt. “It’s not a relic.” The crown pulsed again. As if agreeing. A silence fell so heavy it felt like pressure against skin. Then Aria took another step. And everything changed. The moment her foot crossed an invisible boundary, the crown reacted violently—not in hostility, but in response. Light burst outward in a spiral, wrapping around her like threads seeking anchor points in her very existence.

“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.

Lucas thought to himself, absorbing the implications of Martha's explanation. "Even though the duke of Windsor is the only duke in the empire, he has supporters in the court, much like the two grand dukes. All three of them play significant roles in the empire due to their influence and military power, particularly the grand duke of Adelstein," Martha added, writing their names on the blackboard to emphasize their importance in the empire's political landscape.