Crown Of Blood Novels & Stories

Wolf symbols carved into the surface glowed faintly, reacting to something unseen in the room. Power rolled from it immediately. Cold, heavy and alive. I felt the throne beneath the mountain react instantly. So did everyone else. Several wolves inhaled sharply as pressure filled the chamber hard enough to bend instinct itself. The Blood Crown. Real. After centuries of being treated like myth. Thomas stared openly from the back wall. “That is absolutely cursed.” “Thomas,” Vera warned quietly. “I’m serious. Look at it.” Honestly? He wasn’t wrong. The thing looked dangerous. Elias’s attention shifted toward me again.

A dead son. A throne that should’ve been his, given instead to his younger brother a man who’d been weak, emotional, easily manipulated. And when Aldric died under suspicious circumstances (poison, everyone whispered, though no one dared say it aloud), the crown had gone to Aldric’s boy. To Daemon, who was even weaker than his father, even more easily corrupted. Now, at three in the morning, with his knees aching against stone worn smooth by centuries of penitence, Marcus received the message.

“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.

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.

In the center was a stone altar, and on it sat a single object: a crown made of barbed wire and rubies. "The Crown of the Usurper," Vane’s voice whispered in her head—the real Vane, clear and sharp. "If you put it on, Elara, you can force us out. You can give us physical bodies again. But the crown requires a blood-price from the one wearing it." "Don't listen to him!" Malphas’s voice snarled, louder and more aggressive. "Put it on and we'll rule everything! I'll give you the world, Elara! We'll burn the White Court together!"

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

It collects. Names. Blood. Souls. And in exchange, it grants silence. I gave it mine. If you are reading this, it means the silence has ended. And you—my flame, my reflection—must decide: Will you become the Crown? Or will you break it?

I whispered to him, not wanting anyone else to hear how stupid I felt, thinking they were going to bleed me like a stuck pig. I had panicked about how much blood they needed when it was only a few drops. I couldn’t help but be annoyed with myself. All the worrying for nothing. I looked at Lucien confused, then back to the pedestal where two crowns sat. “Your blood is the key, your DNA unlocked the crowns. It was only your blood that could unlock the DNA decoder, the dagger acting like a lever, the true power.” He said, giving me a knowing smile. “The king's blood would not unlock the chamber alone, but it is his destiny to rule by your side.” He quietly said, to the both of us.

The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned on his right jacket. “This is Prince Jet Cynate, younger brother of Prince Flint Onyx, the one who’s looking personally for a qualified bride.” The maidens were whispering and giggling as they heard the prince’s name, while Hannah just looked in front of them. “Prince Flint was asking a favor of Prince Jet. He’s the one who will choose the bride that will match the prince’s taste since, unfortunately, Prince Flint is so busy right now.” She can’t help but to arch her brow once more. What a douche.

I was confused because none of this was making sense, earlier I put my entire strength to summon the serpent and perform black magic but then it even though I thought worked but still it failed leaving me back to square one and now these ashes are doing God knows what. I waited and waited until the ashes were finally arranged in a sentence, I took a step back to read it in a more precise way, it read “This crown is the only thing you will need 2 get back to your enemies this crown is the only thing which will shield you from everything and everyone, you successfully summoned the serpent and now the serpent is rewarding you for your blood and bones which means once you will put this crown on