Crownless King Novels & Stories

Following the unfortunate demise of the esteemed and venerable Archbishop, he ascended to the esteemed position of the newly appointed Archbishop. Not only did he possess the formidable power and authority befitting the esteemed position of the Archbishop, but he also ascended to the esteemed role of the private tutor to the King, thereby acquiring the influential and commanding status akin to that of an Imperial Teacher. As the season of autumn gradually progresses, King Alexander finds himself experiencing a growing sense of physical discomfort, prompting him to discreetly request the presence of the esteemed Archbishop within the confines of the regal palace on multiple occasions. The con

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.

A knight must be loyal to the crown—and every knight was expected to follow everything the king demands. "How was the search?" King Terrowin asked in a monotone. Kael raised his head, seeing the king's middle-aged face, with sharp, midnight eyes. His curly hair, as black as a crow—ran down to his shoulders. On his head the ice crown rested. Its majestic blue form and the elegant diamond gem at the crown’s front would force anyone to bow his/her head in respect. "Still no sign of the Forgotten Winter, Your Highness," Kael replied as he stood up straight. "We've got no leads in Hailborne City. And we're still waiting for the report from the other search in Casterfall."

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

“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.

Our people will not swear the blood oath to a regent. Kaelen stopped pacing. He smoothed down the front of his dark tunic, forcing his twisted expression into a mask of smooth, manipulative calm. He stepped toward the center of the council ring, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings. The king has been found," Kaelen announced boldly, watching as a collective gasp rippled through the elders. But before they could celebrate, Kaelen raised a hand, his voice turning sharp and mocking. "But he is no longer the king we know. He is weak, hiding in the filth of the Fringe like a wounded animal, relying on a common human baker to patch his skin. His core is fractured, ruined by the blast."

By the time we reached the outer courtyard, several Emberbound members had already gathered there. Nora stood near the entrance archway, arms crossed loosely, while Elias adjusted the ward runes embedded in the stone wall. Evelina lingered slightly behind them, her crimson gaze fixed on the mountain road that wound toward the university. Then the first rider appeared. Caelum Hawthorne dismounted before his horse had even fully stopped. The former Hawthorne heir looked the same as the last time I’d seen him, tall, steady, the quiet authority of a pack leader that hadn’t faded just because his father had disowned him. His eyes swept across the courtyard until they landed on Nora.

He spoke without a hint of deception as his fingers went under my chin and lifted my head up to look into his eyes again, due to the heels on my feet, I didn’t need to go onto my tiptoes in order to place a kiss onto his lips, where Leo pulled me even closer taking in the moment before the world saw us. “I have to say, I have yet to see you in this crown and it certainly suits you.” I smiled pulling away but allowing my eyes to gaze upon the beautiful but heavy looking crown which sat proudly on Leo’s head, so many other jewels and intricate parts looking back. “It is a crown that each Alpha King before me has worn but you, I designed the crown which will rest upon your head and your head on

The past few weeks have been more diabolical than even I can comprehend. “You know the Alpha king is coming here soon, visiting every pack in the regions, and you will be on Jimmy’s side as his Luna, not me. That position belongs to me, but lying to the Alpha king is a felony. I can’t pretend to be you, and I also can’t kill you outright because that would mean the Alpha king would have me killed. So let’s see how far your body can go before it breaks down, and being fair, I have been enjoying this even more.” She announced as she examined her body in the mirror.

“Wouldn’t he?” The silence that followed was answer enough. Before either of them could speak again, the trumpets sounded. The sharp, ceremonial call cut through the open window, through the room, through Zayden’s chest like a blade. Kailee stiffened instantly, her arms tightening around his shoulders as the amplified voice of the herald followed, formal and unyielding. “By order of the Crown,” the voice rang out, “it is hereby announced that King Earic of Ancnix has passed. By right of blood and succession, Prince Gregory Forstfang shall be crowned King of Ancnix at midday tomorrow.”