Crown Of Chaos Novels & Stories

“What exactly is the Bone Crown?” The elder’s eyes shifted to her—sharp, assessing. “The Crown of the Dark Oath. The twin to the Marrow Throne. One forged not from sacrifice but from betrayal.” The snow hissed as though offended. Malachai’s jaw tightened. “The Oath has two halves. Light and dark. Balance and blood. Magnus tried to twist the former. The latter… no one has controlled it for centuries.” Cassian flicked snow from his coat. “Great. So we’re up against something historical and homicidal.”

Chad's PoV I dragged a hand over my face as Bella finished reading the letter. King Chaos. I’d heard of him. I knew he wasn’t just a rumor. His kingdom lay beyond these lands, across dangerous forests where creatures far worse than wolves and witches were said to roam. “He says the two-hour transmission disrupted crucial matters in his country,” Bella continued, her voice tightening. “And that he plans to collect retribution for his losses.” She crumpled the paper, but I took it from her, scanning it myself. My jaw tightened—anger and unease coiling in my chest at the final line she hadn’t read out loud.

The crown isn’t just settling now. It’s waking up.

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

“It’s half his empire. Fifty billion, rough guess.” She froze, rain trickling down her neck, her heart thumping loud enough to drown out the storm. “Bullshit.” “I don’t mess around with cash,” he said, locking eyes with her, steady and hard. “Problem is, you’re not alone in it.” The crowd was breaking up now, people shuffling to their fancy cars, but Sienna’s head was spinning too fast to care. Half the empire? Dorian had acted like she was a ghost her whole life—why this now? And who was the other half stuck with?

Taking a breath, Brawen seemed to find it difficult to calm down. If God's Crown naturally disappears, there's nothing to worry about, but if it's stolen, I'm pretty sure, because how much god must that person be to be able to get the Divine Crown that is behind. Brawen that she did not know. Brawen glanced around. The Crown of God is created by Titania from eternal light, but around the royal palace is still bright as day and the flowers are still blooming and blooming, proving that the Crown God is still here, very Very close.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…