Crown Of The Deep Green Novels & Stories

Ava's POV Those words sliced through me. My wolf shifted uneasily beneath my skin. Kingsley looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Ava," he said slowly, "have you completely gone insane?" Before I could answer, the MC's amplified voice suddenly echoed across the massive auction hall. "Ladies and gentlemen," the man announced excitedly, "next up for auction... the Crown of Poseidon. The starting bid is five hundred thousand dollars." The Crown of Poseidon gleamed beneath the lights onstage, its blue gemstones shimmering like moonlit ocean water. Even from where I sat, I could feel the faint spiritual energy radiating from it.

A soft spiral of blue and silver, shaped like a shell and star fused into one. “What is it?” she asked, voice raw. “A mating mark,” he said. “You’re part of the Deep now. You’ll live long. Breathe water. Bear the blood of the Trench King.” She stared at him. “You want to keep me.” He nodded. “And if I refuse?” His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Then I’ll bring you here every night… until you forget why you ever wanted to leave.” And when he kissed her again, she knew she never would.

He stumbled over to me and brought out a title deed from his suit pocket, even though the bodyguards blocked his way. It was the ownership certificate for the private island he had bought for me long ago. In anguish, he said, “Claire, when I taught you how to scuba dive last year, you suddenly removed your mask and kissed me when we were 30 feet down. You nearly choked from it… “You insisted on combing the beach at midnight, only to get your feet cut by a coral. I walked two miles back to the hotel while carrying you on my back. You laid on my back and said that I had to love you like this for the rest of my life.

She stops in front of me and stretches it over, rocking on her feet and practically beaming as she croons. “Isn’t it pretty?” I direct my gaze to what she has in her hands and my heart melts the moment I see it. “Awwnnn Maya. It’s so pretty.” It’s a flower crown, and it looks so stunning…. I can't even imagine the amount of work that must have gone into making it. There’s a large jasmine in the middle, the white petals firm and fragrant and the light green pods like stems crafted from a diamond. Every flower has been placed with care and wow…

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

On the night when the moon was at its fullest, I washed away the disguise from my face, revealing my true, breathtaking appearance. Amid the howls of countless wolves, I stepped forward, one step at a time, ascending the path to the throne. Below the throne, Alpha Cael, High Priest Zephyr, and High Healer Lorian knelt on one knee, devoutly kissing the hem of my dress. I turned, looking out over the land I had conquered with my own hands. From this moment on, I was the one and only Alpha Queen of this world.

Bizarre flowers blossomed in weird shapes, curling fingers, glowing and lighting like fire faintly at their centers. Lucian stepped carefully. “I do not like this,” he muttered. “They aren’t harmful,” Serakha said, squatting to peer at one blossom. “They’re listening.” Lucian raised an eyebrow. “Flowers?” She nodded. “The Deep Green is more than just roots and trees. It’s a memory. A feeling. These flowers are echoes.” He looked around uneasily. “Well, I hope they appreciate our echo.”

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

Once I was close enough, the three jewels emerged from their containers on their own, attaching to the crown with some kind of magic, or perhaps with ghostly hands; it was hard to tell. As the jewels settled into their ancient settings on the crown, a shock wave of pure energy burst outward, knocking several people off their feet. The crown rose into the air, hovering at eye level as it pulsed with power, its colours blending in perfect harmony: moonsilver, sunlight gold, forest green, and celestial blue. "The Harmony Crown," Sebastian breathed, his normally composed features slack with awe. "Fully awakened for the first time in centuries."