Crown Of Love Novels & Stories

I coughed and it was wet and when I looked at my hand there was blood streaking the back of my hand, Aeryn collapsed beside me, fingers digging into the floor as though anchoring himself to the present. The bond pulsed — erratic, electric, painful. I rolled to face him. “I saw—” “I know,” Aeryn rasped. “So did I.” They didn’t speak again for several moments, only held hands as the artifact rose between them once more — no longer a weapon or tool, but something new. The voice returned. “This is the truth beneath the bond.” “Love does not shield you. It exposes you. Tests you.” “You have passed the first trial — not by strength, but by facing your own unraveling.”

For one last time, I sealed his lips with mine and told him the second time, “I love you." Just like what my mother had told me countless times when I was still young, I did find joy in this mission of a lifetime... this mission to mold and train these ten girls who shall become the best version of themselves. With my crown as a queen being snatched away from me, it was a bitter memory that I loathed to remember. But now, after metting the ten girls, I was grateful that it happened because it led to where I was now. As I walked away from King Lawson, I heard him ask, "Y-You still did not answer me... when will you return?"

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

She said, her words leaving me in tears even though the only reason they were doing this was the love of their king. I sucked in air, willing the tears away as I stood up, meeting her half way when she got near. I watched her bow before standing up and letting go of the most beautiful crown which was made of roses of all colors, the thorns sharp but made it look heavenly. I watched the crown fly on it’s own until it sat perfectly on my head, butterflies suddenly flying around it.

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

They told her about the kindness of the prince, how he helps people in secret. Midnight had arrived and the maids were preparing Tara, they came with the wedding dress. A white dress embroidered with red stones which Tara had recognised them as ruby minerals which had a white veil, they tied her red hair into a beautiful bun, applied a simple makeup and beautiful white shoes. She looked beautiful and lovely, she didn't even recognise herself in the mirror. ” my lady you are beautiful, you're a goddess “ Gina praised ” I must say I've never met a beautiful woman like you my lady “ Marry added

I swallow the lump forming in my throat as the priest asks me to come to the center of the stage. I walk over to the center, everyone’s eyes fixed on me and the priest motions for me to kneel. A servant steps forward carrying an elegant velvet cushion. Resting upon it is a breathtaking crown. White gold woven into twisting vines. The priest carefully lifts the crown. "This crown represents strength." He places it just above my head. "Wisdom." It lowers another inch. "Compassion." It settles gently against my hair. "And the promise that the Queen shall protect this kingdom with both justice and love."

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…