Crown Of Blood Novels & Stories

“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.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

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.

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.”

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.

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

Bardolph attacked Lobo, but bound warriors crashed between them, and the courtyard exploded into snarls before Conri’s command froze Northridge blades. “Stop!” I shouted, and my voice carried enough royal blood that even several Blackfang warriors stumbled beneath it. The servant’s blood crawled toward the crown like a thin red thread, and my sister watched it with horror and longing fighting across her face. Otsana threw silver dust across the thread, breaking it before the crown could drink fully, but the damage had already begun. “The crown tasted unwilling blood,” Otsana said, looking at me as if the night had just become shorter.

Aunt and other Lycan leaders did the same, then finally me. She cut my hand, and I bled into the bowl filled with blood. She dropped the golden bowl on a table, and she closed her eyes, performing magic. The blood came out of the bowl, and I watched as they twirled to my crown. The blood was around my crown, and then it was gone. I looked at the crown, which was just a plain gold crown before, but now there are red gems on it, but it’s not gems; it’s mixed blood. This is to remind me of my promise whenever I wear the crown. She carried the crown, and I closed my eyes as she walked to me. The song increased, and the atmosphere changed as she placed the crown slowly on my head. My heart beat l