Crown Of The Gods Novels & Stories

What is it? "The crown is covered with black magic. That demon had been long planning to use any means necessary to separate you two. So we cannot use the crown for the coronation." "I told you not to bring anything about the coronation to.." "Let me finish! Even though the crown is unwearable and cannot be used, it has something special. The crown, as it happens does not belong to Goddess Selene but Goddess Invidia! The First Doyen won it in a war from Leo Storkis' demons and gifted it to Erin."

“Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?” I darted my tongue to lick my dry lips as I nodded my head as the man muttered. “I do,” “With the power of god, I may pronounce you as the Queen of Nitholirc, wife of Lords of Nitholirc and hope of people,” My heart fluttered as he gently picked the crown with his both hands and Claus bowed slightly as he placed it on his head as people cheered and clapped. My chest tightened with uneasiness, and I swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat.

I do. And it terrifies me. Because the crown is responding. And I do not know if it is resisting her or reaching for her. The newborn god whispers, shaken for the first time, “What have you become?” Nova lifts her chin. “I do not know.” The crown pulses violently. Pain rips through me. And the bond strains. If it breaks... everything changes. If it holds... so do I. Nova reaches toward me. The prayer rises. The crown cracks. And I do not know which side I will fall on.

“Holy shit. What is that?” She doesn’t seem to notice anything as she tilts her head to Saint with a sweet smile and her hand outstretched for him. Her cheeks are rosy from the chilled air, creating an odd discrepancy from her ivory skin, white hair, and white eyes. Above Kas is what I can only describe as a crown floating a few inches over her head. The crown looks like it’s on fire. No. It looks like it’s made of fire. It’s composed of black flames that turn purple as it licks into the night sky and come into five points that remind me of spires burning tall in the night air. The one in the front center is the tallest. Each point emits colored smoke: scarlet red, golden yellow, silvery gra

He asked Tres about it and he said that she was Demeter—the goddess of food, basically. James looked up and saw that once again, the high ceiling was painted with extreme attention to detail. This time however, instead of Zeus or Poseidon, it was of fields of wheat, corn, fruit trees, and cattle grazing in prairies. There were numerous beautiful, petite-framed women dancing in the fields and laying offerings at the feet of a seated Demeter. Suddenly, Tres broke into his concentration. “I think my popularity points just went up a few notches.” “What? Why do you say that?” asked James.

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.

"Hello, mother." "Your Highness." Queen Rosette, mother of Kai and Queen of Gardenia, smiled proudly as her son bowed to her in respect. It was just like yesterday when she pushed this fine young man out of her womb and now, he's all grown into a man. A bachelor which all princesses want to be with. A real eye-catch and a true leader. She has never been so proud of anyone as she's proud of her son. It's just so sad her husband won't get to witness his son climb on and take his rightful place as King.

The guard bowed their heads in his direction. “Welcome to the Varmore Empire, Prince Helios!” He simply acknowledged them with a simple nod before hitting his horse to enter the palace gates. Lila, who had been taking care of him, followed him from behind alongside the assassins assigned to assure the safety and security of their prince. As they made their way to the Euthoria Mansion, the first thing that Helios noticed were the blooming blue gentians littering the sides of the pavement. As far as he remembered, these were the flowers that used to trigger the emperor’s so-called dark side, but seeing that the flowers were not being taken out meant that it no longer had that kind of effect.

They were the stewards of the land, entrusted with the welfare and prosperity of their people. As the ceremony reached its pinnacle, the crowns themselves were brought forth, symbols of authority and unity. Kendrick's crown was studded with precious gemstones, reflecting the strength of his rule, while the Faith's crown was adorned with delicate filigree, symbolizing her wisdom and grace. The king's crown was placed upon Kendrick's head with a regal solemnity, a weight that he accepted with a sense of duty and honor. The queen's crown followed, its gentle placement a reminder of the delicate balance she would bring to the kingdom.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.