Crown Of Love Novels & Stories

The words landed heavily. Then the Third Crown pulsed. Truth. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava immediately pointed. Then: "I hate him already." Then Henry adjusted his glasses. Then: "What's his Crown?" Valen's expression darkened. Then: "The Crown of Dominion." Silence. Then Thomas felt something. The First Crown reacted. Authority. The Fourth Crown reacted. Resolve. Then Valen nodded. Then: "The Crown of Dominion is a corrupted twin of your Crown of Authority."

he replies. Opening the box I was stunned, there was a crown. Is all this a dream, so many good things in my life. I am afraid. It's surely a dream, I could never imagine my Mr Dark doing all this. I took out the crown from the box, and kept looking at the shining glorious piece, it is lovely. Taking it from my hand, he adjusts the crown on my head. The crown had a note attached to it which reads...'For the queen of my heart.'

There is still a lingering sadness in him but he keeps it locked, determined to work even better for the people he loves. The Oracle steps aside and Alexei stands in front of Roseanne who is still bowing. Aria comes forward holding a cushion with a silver crown on it. It also has the blue rose on it only with a writing carved on it at Roseanne’s insistence: A heart full of love is more powerful than all else. Alexei picks up the crown and places it on her head.

Said Gwen. "That's good, we will finally have a king again." Said Mrs Harson. "Yes, and all of the villagers have been invited to see the king after the coronation." Gwen said with a gleam in her eyes. Gwen has never seen the crown prince before so she was curious to see if the rumours were true. It was said that he was a very handsome man, that had god-like features. They also said that he was every girl's dream. There were also rumours about him being cold, heartless and cunning too.

He denied, and she laughed more. "Come on Your highness sleeps with me, hmmm." She teases him, she uses her sexy voice. The crown prince's face turns into a red tomato that encourages him to tease him more, come to think of it. He is in love with someone else, but why would he spend his time too much with her? Omg! Is he being seduced by her? No way, she didn't use her seduction techniques on him because he's in love with someone else.

I replied, bowing slightly. "Which is?" Brandon, the minister in charge of food, asked. "King Cedric wants weapons in exchange for a rice supply," I replied. "Why would King Cedric want weapons when there's gold and other things he could ask for?" Minister Cidarius objected — the minister in charge of weapon supplies, and Pavan's grandfather. "We have plenty of weapons, and merchants supply us more besides. I think it's worth agreeing to. King Cedric is only asking for what his kingdom lacks," Minister Iris, the Minister of Health, offered.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

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.

The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned on his right jacket. “This is Prince Jet Cynate, younger brother of Prince Flint Onyx, the one who’s looking personally for a qualified bride.” The maidens were whispering and giggling as they heard the prince’s name, while Hannah just looked in front of them. “Prince Flint was asking a favor of Prince Jet. He’s the one who will choose the bride that will match the prince’s taste since, unfortunately, Prince Flint is so busy right now.” She can’t help but to arch her brow once more. What a douche.

Before I could say anything, Cohen stepped aside, releasing my hand to allow Colt to step up to me. He was holding a large box that he presented to me in his hands by opening it to reveal what laid inside and I gasped. A petite, yet stunning crown, glittered with jewels and diamonds, fit for a queen. He lifted it out of the box with one hand, handing the box to Cohen with the other and then he stepped up to me, almost nose to nose with me as he placed the crown gently atop my head perfectly nestled amongst my head of curls and wispy strands of my golden brown locks.