Chasing The Crown Novels & Stories

Chapter 17: The Curse of the Crimson Hunt “A crown is not a shield, Mira. It is a beacon. And now, every monster in the dark knows exactly where you are.” The silver light of the crown faded, settling into a steady, pulsing hum against my brow. I stood in the center of the vault, my chest heaving, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird trying to claw its way out. The crown felt heavy—not physically, but spiritually. It pressed against my skull, a constant, humming weight that vibrated in time with my heartbeat. The power was intoxicating, but it was also terrifying. I could feel the blood of a hundred generations whispering in my ears.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

Mr Crown woke up feeling happy than ever, today was the wedding day, he laid out his new suit on the bed and quickly took a shower, It was already 8am in the morning, he decided to go and check up on his daughter He knocked on her bedroom door for a few minutes without any response before he decided to enter, His heart fell when he found the wedding dress laid out on the bed But Sara nowhere to be found, He hurried downstairs And called the maids "Where is Sara?" He demanded "We dont know Sir, we thought she was in her room" one of them replied "Well, she is not, look for her!" He snapped, The maids began to look for Sara through the whole house and outside but did not find her, Mr crown was

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

Jason finally said and let out a bitter laugh, "you're trying to tell me that we're dealing with a god who missed his crown? One who is hell bent on drowning the world in water?" The chieftain smiled slightly, "that's one way to put it. Should the crown manage to find a host, then he might succeed. Only this time, the world might not drown in water… but rather in silence." The hairs on my body stood at his words, and I felt a cold shiver rush down my spine. The crown was looking for a host? Did that explain the whispers? The fact that they were so loud inside of my head? What if the crown saw me as a host?

The Crown floated above the throne. Silver light poured from it endlessly. The ancient voice thundered through the chamber. "The unworthy shall never rule." The words echoed everywhere. Malrik stared at the Crown. Hatred twisted his face. Years...he had spent years chasing power. Years hunting Ariana, years searching for the kingdom. And the Crown had rejected him with a single touch. --- Then something unexpected happened. The Crown turned toward Ariana and Orion. The silver glow intensified. The guardians immediately knelt once more.

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My heart races, and I dart my eyes back to Shane and his comforting look. As the darkness tries to edge in around me, my breath becomes shallow and weak again, while a doctor announces, “No more talk about the crown or who is the going to be crowned. It is causing the Princess issues. I’m sorry your Majesty, but the safety of the Princess is more important than talking about royal business.”