Crown Of Chaos Novels & Stories

She realized she spoke too much when a heavy silence fell. “He didn't,” Roxie murmured under her breath. “It doesn't matter who banged who. You guys broke the rules. A Sage cannot have an intimate relationship with a champion, mate or not. It's forbidden for a Sage to have a relationship or a mate. That’s been the law for centuries,” Ciel verbalized, unimpressed. “What’s going to happen now that the rules are broken?” Roxie murmured. “They will get stripped of their titles, powers, and be banished from the pack, declared rogues,” Ciel answered.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

Cracks snaked across the floor, evidence of the powerful magic that had been unleashed within its confines. Caleb, their classmate and a powerful mage, stood at the center of the chaos, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the crowd before him. His normally calm demeanor was replaced by an aura of danger, his eyes flashing with a steely resolve that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to meet his gaze.

The Crown floated above the throne. Silver light poured from it endlessly. The ancient voice thundered through the chamber. "The unworthy shall never rule." The words echoed everywhere. Malrik stared at the Crown. Hatred twisted his face. Years...he had spent years chasing power. Years hunting Ariana, years searching for the kingdom. And the Crown had rejected him with a single touch. --- Then something unexpected happened. The Crown turned toward Ariana and Orion. The silver glow intensified. The guardians immediately knelt once more.

LUCIEN'S POV One of the ancient ones approached the altar and knelt before Daisy. In its hands was a crown made of black metal and red jewels. The Crown of Dominion. But like the staff, it had been transformed by dark magic. Instead of silver light, it radiated shadows. "Your crown, my lady," the ancient one said. Daisy took the crown and placed it on her head. The moment it touched her skin, the entire world seemed to shift. The air became thick and hard to breathe. The temperature dropped so fast that frost began forming on the castle windows.

The other member of the thirteen crowns is Lucas, Elliot, Blair, Azazel, Foire, and most importantly, the crown's peak, Illac. Athalia remained silent. She is surrounded by supernaturals and does not know what to do. She is beginning to question her decision of staying inside the border against his father's wish, but she has something to do and she needs it done no matter how long it will take. Dorian looked at Athalia which made her uncomfortable. She has never seen the thirteen crowns before aside from the usual. Their presence are too much for her to handle, their gaze was like killing and beating the crap out of her. Athalia gulped, only if Illac is not busy thinking of how to save Foire

The darkness swallowed me again. Obsidian Crown Citadel The Obsidian Crown Dominion was not a pack. It was a kingdom. A myth made stone.Black glass cliffs rose thousands of feet on all sides, reflecting moonlight like a thousand shattered mirrors. Geothermal springs steamed in the snow, hot enough to melt perfect circles around them, their sulfurous breath curling upward like incense. The citadel itself was carved into the caldera of an ancient, dormant volcano towers of polished obsidian spiraling upward, gold veins running through the walls like lightning frozen in stone. Every surface gleamed diamonds and rare gems set into doorways, chandeliers of black crystal and enchanted blue fire ha

“Do you believe this is simple loyalty? You do not comprehend the forces at play. The Veil… they provide stability. The crown… it will destroy everything if misused.” Aera shook her head, the crown’s glow intensifying as if emphasising her resolve. “The crown does not destroy—it chooses. And it has chosen me. Your justifications will not absolve you of your actions.” Corvin made a desperate move, lunging for a concealed dagger. Kael intercepted him, steel clashing with steel. Liora raised a barrier that flared around the room, forcing Corvin back. Aera extended her hand, the crown pulsing outward. Corvin was lifted, suspended by invisible energy, unable to resist.

Mira looked at the dress. She looked at my mother. She pressed her hand to her mouth again. "I told you not to," I said. "I'm not crying," she said. "I'm just—" She stopped. She looked at the ceiling. She looked back at the dress. "It's the same crest. It's the exact same crest she wore three hundred years ago and you're going to wear it in two weeks in front of five hundred wolves and the Alpha King who built an evidence case to give it back to you." She breathed through her nose again. "I'm not crying. I'm simply experiencing a significant emotional response."

“But I have a feeling he is the one responsible for all of this?” “Might be. Do you know anything about him?” “Nothing except he asked me to steal the crown before your coronation.” “Ah, it tracks!” “What?” “If someone steals my crown before the coronation, they can challenge me to a duel of life or death, challenge my crown and my position as the king. The crown also has magic, Vera, ancient magic. It gives power to the ruler of Draconia. It is not just an ornament. It is history, it is a source of power.”