Crown Of Blood Novels & Stories

She wanted to free herself from his grasp but the moment she opened her mouth to speak, she tasted something metallic in her mouth. Out of nowhere, she suddenly felt too weak to stand on her own. The moment she almost fell to the ground, the king immediately wrapped his arm around her waist to support her. Leaning on his chest, Emery grimaced as she once again tasted that metallic taste in her mouth. The very next moment, she coughed out blood and stained the king’s royal robes. “H-His Majesty said this is his last a-act of kindness.”

Said Mia, “But never could decide” “Me too, Dad’s birthmark is in the shape of a crown, but Me and Dad could never work out what mine was either.” Rota said as she ran her fingers over it “What is “the blood” or the “Blood curse” mean?” “Well, the Gift of the Ziion Blood is compassion, kindness, Patience and looking out for others. The more of the blood in your veins the more of those qualities you have. At the founding of our Planet Ziion, the first people thought that to make sure there was always a rightful, true and just person to rule over them, they made it so that a ruler had to be “Of the blood” or have pure Ziion blood in their veins. They formed an oath that the King or Queen had t

I didn't see or feel anything, but I had a feeling Orna's dragon did. The dragon stumbled back with a roar. She looked agitated and surprised once again. "Magic." She grunted, looking at me with wide eyes. "That is impossible. Only the crown has magic, not the wearer of the crown." "But you know who I am. You chose me only for that reason, didn't you, Orna, Kendra, whoever the fuck you are? Azura's blood runs in my veins, and her power stays true in my soul, and as long as I am alive, no one is getting their fucking dirty hands on the crown. My crown. And my kingdom."

1. The Shadow Crown Burns The Shadow Crown sat heavy on Ava’s head, colder than steel, yet thrumming with heat that pulsed beneath her skin. It wasn’t a crown forged by goldsmiths or royal decrees. It was made of blood. Of betrayal. Of truths too old to be remembered. As the altar burned with fireless flame, the world tilted. The five heirs knelt before her—but Rowan’s bow was slower, his movements hollow. His gaze never left hers.

The sound dropped me to one knee. My hands flew to my head. Cassian’s blood, the Crown whispered. The Heart is open. Cassian staggered back, one hand pressed to his bleeding arm. The corpse crawled through the broken shield. Slowly now. Enjoying it. Its crown was not metal. It was fused bone, black thorns grown from its skull, dripping with shadow. Silver roots twisted around its ribs like veins. Beneath them, something moved in its chest, red and wet, beating where a heart should have been.

Each one carried something. A piece of bone. A vial of blood. A scrap of black lace. And one of them—taller than the rest, her veil as long as a train of smoke—stepped forward. In her hands, she held it. The crown. Made of dead rose petals and twisted metal. The thorns still wet with something darker than blood. It pulsed faintly, as though alive. I took a step back. Ethan—or what was left of him—stood behind me. He didn’t say a word.

"Moonstone for the Lunar line, amber for the Solar line, jade for the Terra line, and sapphire for the Celestial line." "My dream," I whispered. "Nightshade and Evangeline wore corrupted crowns, pieces taken from the originals and reformed." "If they possess fragments of the other three crowns," Sebastian continued, "then they could channel corrupted power through them. The Crimson Ascension ritual would amplify this corruption exponentially." "That explains why they need Royal blood," Maison realised. "To fully activate the crown fragments they've stolen." Alpha Logan carefully lifted the Lunar Crown, studying it with newfound respect. "This changes our understanding of what we face. Not ju

His laughter reverberated like a drumbeat of doom, shaking leaves from the trees, shaking courage from the hearts of every wolf who heard it. “My heir awakens,” the beast declared, his muzzle cracking into something that resembled a smile. “The crown of blood finds its rightful throne.” Serena’s body jerked upright. Her eyes snapped open—violet and crimson burning in unison, twin stars of ruin. From her brow erupted jagged crimson light, the fragments fusing into a crown that pulsed as if alive, veins of black shadow coursing through its blood-red glow. Lucian’s chest heaved. “Serena!” he roared, fighting forward one agonized step at a time. “Fight him—fight i

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

“Collapsing. Muttering about a crown. Your crown.” Sound dies in my ears. A crown. My crown — Mother’s relic hidden in the vaults, the symbol of the right they stole from us. How does a feverish human, bleeding and delirious, know that? My stomach drops into a well. The blood-ink is doing more than bend minds; it’s spilling my secrets.