Crown Falls Novels & Stories

I feel like I can't move around! "That's right!" Katheran showed a satisfied look, "The crown symbolizes royal power, it will not only limit your actions and words. It will also keep you firmly in the fold. When you choose to wear a crown, it means you have to bear the weight it brings. Only by defending the royal power to the death can the crown be kept from falling! By the way, the crown at my coronation was 3 times heavier than this one! But soon, you'll be able to feel how I felt!"

Talia, the gray-feathered hawk flew as soon as Tori held the crown. The moment she raised the crown using her right hand to Prince Cory's head, her red eyes never left Prince Lauren's gaze. Crowing the second prince, she's declaring who owned the new emperor. THE MOMENT that the crown laid atop Prince Corean's head perfectly like it was made for him. Tori saw how the noble faction created a diversion when the majority of the royal knights leaped from the royal family's audience area towards the podium where Tori and the crowned Prince Cory were standing. "They are using the hidden passage just you as you guessed, Cory," Tori affirmed to Cory.

asked Cynthia stuttering . " Yes and No ." said the crown softly . " Why am i here ?" asked Cynthia . " Because you ought to be here , this is your world , your home the place where you actually belong .I have been waiting for you for years ." said the crown . " I don't know what's happening , I came here before didn't i ?" asked Cynthia . " I suspect you did but that time it was in your head ." said the crown . " So this means this time it's real ... I .. am here in reality ." asked Cynthia .

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

My crown, wherever it was cracked. I felt it as if it were part of me, as if the metal and jewels were extensions of my own body. The sound echoed in my skull not heard, but felt, a vibration that went straight to my bones. The crown had been more than decoration, more than symbol. It had been anchor, tether, the thing that kept me grounded in who I was supposed to be. Now it was breaking, and I was breaking with it.

These are his memories about the various titles he dealt with and how events brought him to different places and challenges. While barely the sun brings its rays through the western sky vaults, the sun and moon can still meet along that same treasury. Just like how Rowen and Darina could get along with each other, even if it is sitting under the same sky amid the vicious distance of their identity. Pulling themselves back to the heavier situation that they must regard, Rowen took his turn to ask. “The centennial anniversary of Clapestris is coming. What do you see is best to do now, Your Highness?”

Thousands of loyal wolves from every allied pack stand in hushed silence as the ancient elders step forward, lifting the heavy, gleaming Eternal Silver Crown and placing it firmly upon my head. The atmosphere is charged with a profound, reverent awe that commands absolute stillness across the entire summit. The crown, forged from the purest starlight-infused metal of the first vault, hums with a familiar, comforting resonance against my brow, anchoring my spirit to the collective heartbeat of our united people.

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.”

The Metropolitan Museum of Art had been transformed into something obscene. Ten thousand white roses climbed the pillars of the Great Hall. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling on invisible wires, throwing fractured light across seven hundred guests in black tie, all of them holding champagne and pretending they weren’t looking at each other. A twelve-piece orchestra played something restrained and expensive near the fountain. The air smelled like perfume, money, and the particular kind of tension that happens when too many powerful people are crammed into one room.