Burning Crown Novels & Stories

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

“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.

Twisted, Formed something solid. A crown. Made entirely of white fire. Floating above Lyra's head. Pulsing with her heartbeat. The power inside her calmed. Stopped churning. Flowed into the crown instead. Contained, controlled, given form. The flames died down. The crown remained. Hovering, burning, beautiful and terrible. Lyra stood in the circle, breathing hard. The crown cast white light across her face. Made her eyes glow. One silver, one shadow. Both reflecting the Crownfire.

I ignored them completely and looked straight at Violet. "Ms. Neel, you still have time to admit you're wrong. Otherwise, when this blows up in your face, it's going to hurt." Violet clearly believed I was just like her, another fake trying to bluff her way through. She lazily pulled out a black card and flicked it onto the desk in front of me. "Name your price." A gasp rippled through the crowd. "That's the unlimited black card, right? If Violet's not the real heiress, I'll eat my own words."

Ancient black stone, cracked down the middle and wrapped in chains thick as my arms. Above it floated a crown. Shadow shaped into royalty. It was beautiful in the way a storm over open water was beautiful. Dark, shifting, edged in silver light. Points rose from it like thorns, or teeth, or the jagged peaks of a mountain seen in nightmare. The Crown. My blood recognized it. That was the only way to describe it. The burn on my palm flared. My knees weakened. A voice slid through my mind, soft as silk over a blade.

Across the entire Crown now. The Hollow Queen screamed again. Stop her! The panic in her voice was overwhelming. If she gets free— The sentence never finished. Because the Crown exploded. Not into pieces. Into light. Silver fire erupted into the sky. The force threw everyone backward. Cassian crashed into the snow. Kaelen hit a broken pillar. Astrid's warriors were knocked off their feet. Even the creature staggered. Lyra remained standing. At the center of the storm. The Crown hovered above her head.

Others froze. Damien fired a shot into the ceiling, the sound deafening in the enclosed space, and shouted orders in Italian that Elena didn’t understand. Most of the workers bolted for the exits, but three returned fire. Someone grabbed Elena and shoved her behind a concrete support beam just as bullets ricocheted off metal and glass exploded nearby.