Crown Of The Kobold King Novels & Stories

The Throne's Choice Something rose above the Royal Citadel. Slowly. Anciently. Like a forgotten nightmare waking after thousands of years. The battlefield fell silent. Every soldier. Every statue. Every monster. Frozen. Watching. Waiting. Then the thing emerged fully. God. It wasn't a creature. Fair. That would have been easier. Reasonable honestly. It was a crown. A gigantic floating crown. Black crystal. Ancient gold. Covered in symbols older than the kingdom itself.

OURS. The word echoed through his mind with the force of a command, and Kael felt his careful control begin to crack. He glanced back at the common room. The innkeeper was watching him with narrowed eyes, perhaps wondering if this particular buyer would be trouble after all. The other patrons had returned to their drinks, unaware that the Crown Prince of Virelion was standing ten feet away, struggling not to shift and tear the entire building apart to get to whatever—*whoever*—waited below.

The giant being continued. "Then they discovered the Crown." The vision shifted. A chamber appeared beneath a mountain. An enormous silver throne. And floating above it— The Bone Crown. The crown looked different then. Brighter. Whole. Alive. The Hollow Queen stepped toward it first. Curiosity on her face. The creature followed. Then the Empty King. The giant being remained behind. Watching. Waiting. Concerned. "What happened?" Lyra whispered. The giant eye turned toward her. "The Crown showed them the future."

They made both pure gold and rubies. When they were forged, they hid a secret that only some knew. They made the crown to name the rulers of rulers. His queen would give the amulet of all made, so the ruler, the king, would give it to his queen. But what people don’t know is that; the amulet holds power to save one life. The crown is just the provider of that.

said king Charles and placed the vampire crown made from gold , white gold , rubies , diamonds and dark gold . After Eskylrious received the crown of the leader of the vampires , he turned around and looked at the clans . The clans all bowed in front of him in a respectful manner . " May your reign last for hundreds of years , leader Eskylrious Windsor ! " said all the people in the hall for three times in a row . " Now that the coronation ceremony ended , we shall pass to the engagement ceremony . " said king Charles and walked towards the magic circle with Eskylrious next to him .

They spun together, forming a shape. Not a person. Not a portal. Something smaller. Simpler. But unmistakably important. A crown. A snow crown. It hung in the air, floating, shimmering with faint blue light. Every wolf stared at it in horrified awe. Lucian fell over sideways. “No no no no no. Absolutely not. Why is there a floating crown.” Elara whispered, “That is the High King’s crown.” Marek looked at me, fear tightening his voice. “Aveline. What does this mean.”

The ground split again, wider this time. Flames roared upward, twisting into jagged shapes, forming what looked like a throne from molten stone. Kael dragged himself forward, his body broken but his eyes burning with recognition. His voice rasped through blood. “I know that power…” His lips curved into a bitter smile. “The crown doesn’t wear mortals. It devours them. It’s already begun.” Adrien snapped toward him. “You shut your cursed mouth before I break you.”

I turned back to the maiden who was whimpering now, the delicate green of her Anne of Green Gable's gown torn in places where my claws had perforated, the ugly red scratches on her face pooling a soft red. “You just wait you monster! Wait until the king gets here! Then you'll be nothing but cattle fodder for the mountain city farmers when he’s done with you!” The woman rasped, spitting in my direction but not daring to raise her eyes to my face. “I’m afraid a king is nothing but a big old bully without his crown Snow White, and guess whose crown this is?” I sang, twirling the shiny gold opal of the stone castle crown on the iron of one claw before settling it decidedly on my sparse-haired he

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a