Crown Of Love Novels & Stories

Her voice was loud, clear and vibrant. “With this, I crown you king of my heart, and welcome you into my life, for better or worse, for as long as it shall last.” He straightened up, wearing the crown, and met her eyes again with another of his legendary smiles, pulling the string to his cloak. He removed it from his shoulders and wrapped it around hers, covering her back. He tied it as he spoke, eyes locked with hers. “With this, I wrap you in my love as the queen of my heart, and welcome you into my life, for better or worse, for as long as it shall last.”

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The crowns would be brought to his parents and anyone else who wanted one, but it’s been awhile since he’s sat down and made a crown for another person. Carlos wants to make Ricardo’s crown perfect, building it up with honeysuckle, hawthorn berries, and orange blossoms while his own consists of an array of flowers he likes. Ricardo’s is particular, on the other hand. He doesn’t know what else to give him, but this is a sign of affection and his heart swells when he admires the finishing piece.

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

So why was my chest filling with something that felt dangerously close to hope? "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but... she is a disgraced omega. Why would the crown want her?" The King looked down at me, kneeling in the dirt with my wrist bleeding where the iron had scraped it, and when he answered, his voice was loud enough for all to hear. "Because she is my mate."

But right now wasn’t about lust. It was about legacy. About love. About everything we’d survived. The Council Head emerged, an elder wolf with hair like spun silver and robes the color of fire and night. In his hands, he carried a velvet cushion, and on it—the crown. Red rubies glinted beneath the fading light, their edges shaped like flames, surrounding a moonstone centerpiece that shimmered like Raven’s eyes. The Luna Queen’s Crown. The elder stopped before us, solemn and proud, his voice ringing through the entire room.

My true crown was not fashioned from gold or adorned with precious jewels. It carried no physical weight of metal and stone. My crown was woven from every child who had found safety, every mate who had learned forgiveness by witnessing mine, every wounded soul that had found healing because I chose not to break under pressure but to bend and grow stronger.. I had become the living expression of love made eternal, love given form and purpose and unbreakable will.

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

I stood there, frozen, my chest tight, as the sound washed over me and threatened to drown what little strength I had left. When the noise finally subsided, the elder stepped forward again, his movements careful, almost hesitant. He held a velvet cushion in both hands, and resting upon it was the crown. The Luna crown. It shimmered under the lights, silver and intricate, embedded with stones that symbolized unity, protection, and devotion. I had imagined this moment countless times before, imagined standing proudly while my mates placed it upon my head, imagined warmth, acceptance, love. Reality was far crueler. The elder cleared his throat.

When Vexon stood up, I was so nervous. A blonde guy brought a crown. All gasped as its beauty; it was full of diamonds and ruby stones. I was awestruck at the marvelous crown. "I designed this crown for my Mafia Gladiolus Queen. It has ruby stones in it, which would represent that she's the only queen of the ling. And she has every right on him," Vexon breathed out and took the crown. I was so surprised. He put the crown on my head. "And I want to say, my queen, you look so beautiful. My eyes never left you, ever since I saw you. I love you," Vexon confessed, which instantly melted my heart.