Crown Of Darkness Novels & Stories

I tried my best to survey him without looking directly into his eyes like Paul had warned me about. I gathered in my quick survey that he had black hair, streaked with grey and his eyes were a light shade of brown. He wore a pristine black suit with well-polished shoes. I know because he currently had a collared girl cleaning them for him. He wore no crown but it wouldn't take a genius to realise who he is and what sort of authority he has. Paul greets them all. "King Matthias. Prince Francis. Luther. Richard." Paul says Richard's name with apparent dislike.

Professional in daylight, desperate only in darkness. Tonight, he’d broken that rule. Tonight, he’d knelt. And Viktor had seen it. Daemon returned to his private chambers alone, moving through corridors that felt longer than they should. Larger. Like the palace itself was expanding around him, making space for the disaster that was coming. His chambers were exactly as he’d left them. A sitting area with uncomfortable furniture designed for function rather than comfort. A bed that was far too large for one person. A desk covered in reports he’d meant to read but kept deferring because they didn’t matter, none of it mattered, because he was going to die for this.

The heading glaring back at me filled me with unease and curiosity. ‘The Anthology of The Deimos Curse & The Prophecy of Light and Darkness’

--- The darkness studied them quietly. Then it smiled. "Interesting." Its body expanded. Black tendrils spread toward every wall. The ancient runes began dimming. The Moon Crown flickered. Eryndor struck his staff against the floor. "Protect the Crown!" The royal guardians rushed into formation. Silver shields rose around the throne. The darkness crashed against them. The entire chamber shook. One shield shattered instantly. Another cracked. A third barely held. "They won't last!" Ronan shouted. --- Orion forced himself to his feet.

I tapped into the purest element of the Convergence. I walked through reality. A tear of pure, silent Void opened on the command deck. I stepped into the suffocating vacuum of the Ever-Dark and materialized a microsecond later directly in front of Killian at the bottleneck of the corrupted corridor. My First Crown manifested not as a halo, but as a brilliant, blinding crown of stars that pushed back the purple gloom. I didn't summon fire or ice. I summoned the essence of the prison that had held these monsters for millennia.

The Hollow Crown pulsed wildly, as if desperate to maintain control. And then, with a scream that tore through the chamber, Rael reached up and grasped the cursed crown. The moment his fingers touched it, darkness erupted. The entire Keep trembled, the walls groaning as fractures spider-webbed across them. The floor beneath them cracked, sending debris tumbling into the abyss below. The Hollow Crown resisted, its tendrils digging deeper into Rael’s flesh, trying to bind him forever. But Rael would not be caged.

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner

Adrian stopped. Jamie turned, heart pounding. “I just wanted you to know.” Adrian studied him, something raw flickering behind his eyes. “It should.” “Maybe,” Jamie said. “But it doesn’t.” Adrian stepped closer, close enough that Jamie could feel the warmth radiating off him. “That,” Adrian said quietly, “is exactly what scares me.” They stood there, suspended in the space between words and action, the city holding its breath around them. And somewhere deep beneath the surface, La Corona Nera shifted, aware that something fragile and dangerous had just been seen and couldn’t be unseen.

“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.

Having asked, Alexander led the way to my son’s bedroom. Cordelia – I walk into the room; all the drapes are closed, and the lights are off. It is pitch black in the room. With a flick of my hands, I turn on all the lights and add a few floating candles. There is going to be no more self-pity and grieving, we do not have time to such things. I don’t understand the feeling that you want to die when your mate dies, my father was a lesser God and my mother a sorceress. My mate is a werewolf, but I still cannot say I totally understand the death part of this. However, this is not about my son and his grief, this is about saving the Werewolf kingdom.