Crown Falls Novels & Stories

“Someone who needed you intact.” That chills the room. “So what’s the move?” she asks. I gesture subtly around us. “This estate is visible. Every Crown holding is.” Her gaze sharpens. “So we go off-grid.” Caelric nods. “There’s one place the Regents can’t touch without igniting every Crown at once.” “It’s barely habitable,” Tavian mutters. “It’s neutral,” Rhevan counters. “And temporary,” I add. “Which matters.” Her shoulders sag slightly—not fear, but resignation. “Who goes with me?”

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Okay, we all know I would not be able to even get a punch in but I could have him weak on his knees while I grind on him, ridding him so good. My heart drummed even harder, not the time. His crown was placed first. It was so large it took everything in me not to gasp. It was black in color, so stunning with white and black short fur at the ring of it as it sat on his hair. The crown was laced with red diamonds which just left you breathless. It was truly something to see, just wide eyed but I closed my mouth and stared ahead until I saw the man walk towards me.

He moves away and the crowd follows him to an electric vehicle that looks more like a golf cart than a car. Now that curiosity has invaded my mind, I need to get an answer for what the hell am I even doing here. I run toward Crown. “Wait, mister Crown. Can you please tell me the reason why I'm here? I'm so confused right now,” I utter, distressed. He looks at me for a moment. He must be thinking whether he should give up on my persistence, or surprise me in the evening. “Okay.” Crown sighs. “We will be having a ball tonight. Today is the fifth anniversary of this island so I thought of spending a few cash for the celebration. I invited some of my former business partners and several big busi

Gasps, shouts, steel drawn. “Don’t—” Elira started, but another stepped forward. A warrior this time. He seized the Crown with both hands and gritted his teeth. His muscles swelled with the effort of holding it, but then his eyes rolled back, and smoke bled from his mouth. He dropped, body charred from the inside out. The Crown didn’t move. It didn’t tumble. It sat perfectly upright, as if gravity obeyed it differently than the rest of the world. Zara’s jaw was clenched so tightly Elira thought she might crack a tooth. “This isn’t a trial. It’s a culling.”

There was a lining of pride in her undertone. “On this day, the day of the third lunar Circle.” She continued strongly. I felt goosebumps, accompanied by chills, reign all over my body and I believed it was the same for everyone. My mum’s hand rose high into the air towards Cayden’s head.. and then above it. The moment was magical. The Crown glistened as she lowered it down toward his head now. She smiled. “I crown you, KING OF THE CANINE REIGNS…” She placed the crown on his head… and then vehement cheerful shouts shot into the air and consumed the silence.

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

Power radiated from it. Old power. Dangerous power. The kind that survived long after kingdoms died. Ava stared. "That's not a fortress." Nova swallowed. "What is it?" "A warning." The words sent a chill through Nova. Because somehow they felt true. The Fallen Crown wasn't built to protect people. It was built to contain something. Or someone. Several hours later, they reached the fortress gates. The massive iron doors hung partially open. Rust covered the metal. Ancient symbols decorated the stone walls.