Crownless King Novels & Stories

Other people knelt as the king starts announcing. “Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.”

Although he isn't a royal, he happens to have men at his disposal. He is very close to King Magna and rumors have it that he plans to take the position of the current king of Crowville. Sebasten is a very tough man whose name precedes him. The current king of Crowville, King Magna, happens to be a sickling old man who has no real child of his own. He lost his children to a mysterious unknown fire and the rest of them were attacked by unknown men. Since then, King Magna has tried to have children who would precede him but it was all to no avail.

Ancient. Carved with the same crown Kael had once worn. The symbol flared to life—recognizing his blood. Kael stared at it. Cradle spoke softly. “You think that’s where the Crownless King is hiding?” “No,” Kael said. “I think that’s where he’s locked up.” Her heart skipped. “Then who the hell have we been fighting?” Kael met her eyes. And whispered: “The version of me that never got locked up.”

The car doors swung open in unison, and a stream of figures in black poured into the banquet hall. Beneath their jackets, the subtle outlines of guns hinted at danger, a chill of menace in the air. A bodyguard with utmost respect opened the door of the central stretch limo. William Vincent, the iron-fisted ruler of Northland's shadowy corners, clad in a sleek black trench coat, walked over the glittering carpet of broken glass towards me. He was the man behind the mysterious calls, my mentor in all things firearms, my ace in the hole. William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.

When they reach the table, my father stands up and says, "Kael, Aurora, please welcome King Marcus, Queen Amanda, and the two princes from Aether, Alec, and Ezekiel Kondstadt." Kael and I stand up together and bow down saying, "A pleasure to meet the family running the kingdom of Aether." An exchange of greetings takes place before my father says, "Let us please take a seat." We take our seats gently and observing the family, they are poised and very synchronized. I suddenly felt that these were AI Robots made by their technology to represent the royal family of Aether. "Congratulations on wearing the crown of Everdeen, Aurora," Marcus says. "Thank you, Your Majesty," I do not forget the hon

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

The one who had arrived was no mere envoy, but the ruler of the entire werewolf kingdom, the White Wolf Alpha King himself. Alexander and the elders hurried down from the platform, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty." "At ease." Father's voice carried across the square, steady and commanding. Then, he stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Alexander's eyes widened as his gaze locked onto me. I showed up in full ceremonial dress, but what I wore was not the dark-patterned Luna gown of the Greystone pack. Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty.

Karen snap angrily her ears almost bleeding from the disclosure. " No,he doesn't,The crown Prince lived without eating for months when he was still a kid and he did some strange things like getting into people's head without using any form of energy from others,but when he's faced with an opponent he takes out that person power" " To weaken whoever it is?"

"Not for myself. For every innocent life this night has already claimed, and every one that ritual might yet save." The king knelt in front of him a final time, removed the crown from his own head, and set it gently on a stone altar that had appeared, somehow, at the center of the ruined war room—the same crown, Caierre understood with a cold jolt, that sat in the real world above him, right now, glowing bright enough to fill an entire buried chamber. "Then let us begin," the king said, "before there is nothing left of this kingdom worth saving." ~~

Before Zoriana could answer, the King signaled for him to sit down. “Beta Karel, the Crown Prince has not even been crowned yet, so he cannot be overthrown as he is not the King,” King Arthur’s voice boomed, his authority undeniable. “As long as I wear the crown on my head, I hold absolute power. I order you to sit down and remain silent until you are requested to speak.” Karel sank back into his seat, utterly shocked, just as a contingent of Royal Guards marched into the room. “Zoriana, what the hell is going on?” Gael frowned, slamming his fist onto the table. He could feel the control slipping from his fingers. What had she agreed to with the King behind his back?