Crown Of The Gods นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Which means whoever sent it has access to council infrastructure. No name. No identifying information. Three sentences. Vera Vane is not running for election. She is running to be host. The ritual does not require Darius anymore — it requires the crown. Whoever wears it on the night of the red moon becomes the vessel. She intends to wear it. I read it twice. Hand it to Kael. He reads it. Sets it down. The red moon. I have heard that phrase before — the captured Purist said it in Chapter 35 of a future I have not reached yet. But I feel the weight of it now. A specific date. A specific astronomical event. Not metaphor.

“But the King…” A long pause followed. The glowing face slowly turned toward Alessio. ”…has not.” The light faded. Leaving behind a single object floating above the altar. A crown. Not made of gold. Not silver. Forged entirely from crystal. The Crystal Crown of the First King. No one dared touch it. Because carved into its inner rim… Were seven words. “Only one brother may wear this crown.” The three brothers looked at one another. The war they had been fighting was over.

Just didn’t expect to find it in his hands. I remember the ruby set. A crown and two amulets. One being the amulet of all. That one gave you the power to reign overall. Just if you didn’t know the truth behind you would be oblivious to it for life. That amulet and the ruby crown were a pair. They made both pure gold and rubies.

“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.

I continue all while Cara remains silent. Being the God of life and fertility, Cara is granted the ability to speak with the Lord of the heavens directly, and not just in a dream like it is for the rest of us. Cara is one of the ten Gods in creation who can meet the Lord of creations, and even if she is only able to ask on behalf of Odell, she also knows the Lord of creation would never agree to such, and let's say he does, there would be an aftermath worse than it all, because as he has said,

Still, in the land of sorrows and agony, the country is filled with sadness and envy, and also the community whereby the crown prince is even tired of his father's gods and he has promised to burn them all and serve a new Creator and new image and an idol too. And that happened to be a sorcerer's idol and the idol had promised to give Cyrus, all that he desired even, any kind of supernatural powers too will be given to him So Dianna instructed the crown prince of Kingstonville to bring his father's gods so that they will burn it down

“The Crown of Balance.” Aria stepped toward it—but paused. Her heart thundered. “This is not a symbol of rule,” she said. “It’s a promise.” Kael placed his hand over hers. “Then make it.” She lifted the crown. --- A great wind howled through the Heartspire. Fire rose. Light bled through the walls. All across the valley below, the tribes looked up—witnessing the eruption of gold and crimson that spilled from the spire’s summit. And in that flame, they saw her.

“Are you talking about me?” Her lips twitched, but she didn’t answer. The light path eventually led them to a massive gate, suspended in midair. Carved into it were hundreds of faces, human, divine, monstrous, each frozen in expressions of agony. Gold veins ran through the cracks, and from behind it came a deep, rhythmic pulse like the beating of a heart. Kael frowned. “Please tell me that’s not what it sounds like.” Evelyn stepped closer, resting a hand on the gate. The gold flared under her touch, responding to her mark. “It’s the Heart of the Crown. The first god who fell. The one who forged all others.”

Mason’s jaw tightened as he regarded his sister. “I did,” she responded, strolling in. “But I’m back. Obviously.” “And Kaden?” She stiffened, her eyes darkening. “What about him?” Mason didn’t press it. No one did. My eyes lingered on the little girl with her. She had pale blonde hair and eyes so white, they rivaled mine. I looked away. “The Crown of Thorns was not forged as a gift,” I went on, ignoring the pressure against my forehead. “It was wrought from divine wrath and bound with the breath of the goddess herself.

Maxwell starts a prayer “Oh Moon Goddess, the crown of the faithful; bless us we beg you and sanctify this your servant our Emperor, and as you do this day set a crown of pure gold upon his head, so enrich his imperial heart with your abundant grace, and crown him with all princely virtues through the Queen Eternal Moon Goddess" After the prayer one of the man who was standing next to Maxwell picks up the crown and several other high-ranking noble men proceed to where the crown is handed back to the Maxwell, who reverently places it on Gordon’s head. At that moment everyone present cry three times in unison "Moon Goddess save the Emperor".