Crown Falls Novels & Stories

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.

This has nothing to do with the hate I feel for Kenzie and her minions either, but the cheer squad at Crown makes Kenzie and her squad look like amateurs. Some people were overjoyed by dfthe news, for their own personal benefits of course. The football team is definitely in that category. Apparently, girls at Crown Lake are, what was the word they used, "Fuckable", and they would all give anything to be able to brag that they 'made out with royalty! I'm not denying the fact that they're right, I have met a couple of Crown students thanks to Connie. And truth be told, they are all stunning! It's as if beauty is a necessity to join the school, cause it's a trait they all seem to have.

She had to wear numerous dresses and accessories, apparently as an experiment to train her body balance for walking on the catwalk. Not sparing any effort, a crown with many crystal strands resembling dewdrops is placed on her head. If it were fake, Jane might not worry too much about slipping. However, Brina casually mentioned that the crown is made of genuine Swarovski crystals. Its wide surface is polished with gold and adorned with other beautiful gemstones. What if Jane and the crown fall? Well, Jane can't fathom Brina's overly extreme decision.

I didn't know when that question spewed out of my mouth, or when exactly I had started to harbor such Ill intentions toward my sister. But they were there, at the back of my mind. "His majesty is going through a phase, it happens once every month and lasts for three days." She said, tossing the bloody rag into a nearby bucket. "Once it happens, he cannot control his thirst for blood and ends up slaughtering the first human he lays hands on. You're insanely lucky and the first human to have survived his majesty's bloodlust." Penelope explained, rising from my side. A wave of relief washed over me once she was halfway across the room, it looked to me like Penelope was exercising a great deal o

She really needs to train this body, she needs to increase her stamina. She jumped in jack for ten times before holding the table as she bent again and then slowly twisted her upper body to the left side, she heard a loud crack of her bone. Damn! It's satisfying, she thinks the library is empty now except for her of course. "What are you doing?" She was about to twist her body to the right side when she heard the deep voice from her back, she looked at him while still bending and she saw the crown prince not looking in her direction and trying to avert his eyes from the sight. She continued to twist her body and she heard the crack of her bone again, to her surprise in the blink of an eye th

Harlow, you've got family calling. Downstairs, there he was, Bennett, all dapper in a tailor-made suit, clutching a bouquet like some twisted Romeo. Behind me, my father sat in his wheelchair, his hospital attire hidden beneath a sharp, custom-made suit, his hair perfectly combed. He called out to the crowd, "This is my daughter, the Harlow family's Principessa. Today's her birthday, and her fiancé, the Marshall family's head honcho, is here to whisk her away!"

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

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

POV: Raziel, Hunter Commander Something is wrong. I can feel it. Taste it. It coils in my gut like spoiled meat. The last trace we had of the Crownless was in Brooklyn Heights. His aura was faint, almost non-existent, as if someone had blanketed it beneath human noise. And then… it vanished. Again.

All I hear is, "By the power vested upon me, you will become the queen of Evergreen, from today until forever!" A maid removes my crown and my father stands up. He walks next to the high priest. The priest takes a few steps back and my father takes the queen's crown. Gently, he crowns me with it and says, "I am so proud of you!" I force a smile and curtsy as father nods and goes back into his place. I face the crowd once and for all. The high priest announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children, world-- help me welcome the new Queen of Evergreen, Aurora Wintershade!"