Casting Crowns Courageous Novels & Stories

The forge ignited a gold flame rising high. John cried out as the mark on his chest pulsed violently. His knees buckled. Sarah grabbed his hand, grounding him. The crown sank into the molten pool and began to change. From the forge rose something new. Dark, elegant. The metal wove together like light and shadow, the true crown, the way it was meant to be. Callen’s voice was barely a whisper. “Wear it.” John reached for the crown, he paused, looked at Sarah, she nodded once, eyes glassy but proud.

This time I wasn't near either of those people however, I was on a train, heading back home. They had posted a picture of two people. The man was older, with grey hair and a grey beard. He wore a military uniform and had a golden crown on his head. His wife was about the same age, though she still had some brown mixed in with her hair. She wore a modest, royal blue dress, and had a silver crown on her head. I scrolled down and started reading the article.

“I won't let these mongrels steal a chance at real happiness.” Warren spun and spread the wings, the adlets spread out on instinct, Warren gutted two more and raced to the second mounted leader. Heavy gunfire and smoke hailed the coming of the Scald Crow, “Did somebody order back up?” Jack's disembodied voice shouted. The adlets tripped over themselves to get away, and several hurled spears only to have them clatter against the Scald Crows Superior armor. The heavy guns roared until the furry invaders were out of sight.

Then, the King Crow screamed at the shapeshifting demons still fighting around him, "Be careful! That woman is—" Before the Sun-Swallowing King Crow could finish its sentence, Dakota clenched the small tower abruptly and dropped her arm. In an instant, bright rays of light suddenly appeared in the void as if they were ignited.

The fear is still there, but I am taller, steadier, unstoppable. A new illusion appears, an enormous wolf, shadowed and monstrous, eyes blazing with fury. It lunges at me, teeth bared. Every instinct screams to run, yet I stand my ground. I feel the connection to Zenith, to the pack, to Inferno’s presence within me. I am not alone. I am the Crownless Wolf, heir to a bloodline forged in fire.

At the same time, some crowns that gathered around the big crown became dark, and dark smoke exited out of them. As they surrounded the big crown, the big crown resisted them, but it could not win against all of them; all the crowns had a very certain amount of power in them, and they all came against the big crown. The big crown fought on all sides, but it could not win. It suddenly gave up, and all the other dark crowns covered it up and piled it up. They buried the big crown by pressing it against the earth, and not long after that The other crowns disappeared at the same time.

Archer's father comes and stands around us to stand in front of his son and his mother does the same to stand in front of me. I glance down and see each of them holding a soft cashmere pillow with the new royal crowns atop them. I gasp lightly with how beautiful they are, and I look up to meet Archer's mom's tearful gaze. " There's no one else more deserving of this crown, hola. Rule alongside my son and keep him humble. I nod, my own eyes teary as she places the crown on my head. My crown was designed with my name intricately woven into the diamond stones emblem, rose gold framing that is molded to look like wild vines adorned with more diamonds.

Fear and doubt were tools to him, and he liked using them before the real fight even began. On the morning of the meeting, Elena stood in front of the mirror longer than usual. She needed to look the part. This was not just a meeting; it was an accusation against the most powerful man in the city. In the end, she chose a black suit. It made her look older and more controlled than she felt. Damien stepped up behind her, straightened her collar, and told her she looked like someone who could stand against Vincent and survive, even if the odds were bad.

My insides churned and howled when he sucked the tiny drop of blood locking his gaze with mine. My breath hitched as he swirled his tongue and closed his eyes with a satisfied smile before loosening his hold on my hand and I immediately retracted it and cradled it to my chest. W-what was this tingly sensation in my stomach? Why my heart couldn’t stop hammering? Cassius muttered something under his breath and my cheeks flared with embarrassment. “Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?”