Novel & Cerita Crownless King

“Might I remind you what will happen if you fail to keep your end of that oath? Well, aside from the continuous murders on your side, of course.” I scoff again, this time switching into real laughter, hurting my ribcages, clenching my gut as if expanding my intestines. Seven hells, how I hate Fiery Lotus. The Umbra Crown passes me to stand against the pillar in front of me. He hasn’t changed one bit; still agrees very much with leather. And despite what fantasy dishes about the King of Hell, he contradicts most of it. Firstly, he has no hair. Yes, the King of Hell is bald. Even now the Labyrinth reflects on his head.

they had looked empty as if something inside him had died alongside her. The memory disappeared as quickly as it had come. Kaein was still standing in front of her. "Let's go, Sir Kaein." Kaein studied her for a brief moment before nodding. "Yes, Your Highness." Levara stepped into the hallway. Emma followed behind them, while Kaein fell into his usual position a few steps behind the Princess. And just like that, Elly--who had once been an ordinary orphan with no family, no title, and no place in this world--walked through the Imperial Palace as Princess Levara Avenor.

It was one of the reasons Axel vouched to be the king, but he wouldn't stop, cause he is being to strategies and plans to eliminate Ace, a day before his wedding. “I will officially like to announce to you all, that blue crest kingdom is now the highest kingdom among the twelve neighboring kingdoms. And that's all thanks to our crown prince.” claps filled the air, as the entire people of the kingdom clapped and hailed the crown prince, while the rest rolled their eyes, angrily at the praise he was getting.

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

"But let us not let the romanticism of the evening cloud our judgment of the Law. The Crown is a heavy burden." He turned his gaze to me, his eyes cold and dismissive, still seeing nothing but the exiled girl the Sandwell pack must have painted me as. "I must remind you, Sol, that the Royal Ascension is quite specific. A Prince may only rule alongside a born Luna or a made Alpha of a recognized Pack. To dream of anything else is... well, it's a fantasy that the Shifter Nation cannot afford." A heavy murmur of agreement rippled through the older Alphas in the crowd. Carlo was playing his best card: Tradition. He was publicly painting me as a commoner, a distraction that would disqualify Sol f

The Lunari chair stood empty, draped in black. I looked around, I seen my father sitting at the head of the table, our king, a towering figure in both stature and presence, exuded an aura of cold, unyielding ambition. His eyes, sharp and calculating, gleamed with an insatiable hunger for power an appetite that could never be sated, no matter how many kingdoms he claimed or how many crowns he added to his collection. His face was lined with the marks of age and experience, but there was no softness in his expression, no trace of kindness or warmth. The people who looked upon him saw not a father, but a ruler, a king forged from iron will and relentless desire for control.

War broke... People from different places fought untamed. All of them were fighting, just for the said ownerless and unseen Royal Crown. This certain Crown was left unworn since the last Royal Family of the Kingdom was assassinated by an unknown force, only after the youngest Royal Family member was born. It was said that they acquire unstoppable and unspecified sovereignty over all other kingdoms, which is said to be the main motive for the Royal Family's assassination.

Peaceful. Completely insane. And somehow… My twin ruled all of it with his weird husband though. Honestly every time I remembered Jayden was technically an actual king now, my brain malfunctioned a little. Like excuse me? We literally grew up threatening people together in New York and now this idiot sat on a supernatural throne somewhere hidden from the human world. Life was weird. “With the new treatment they’ll be okay,” Jayden answered softly behind me before pulling me gently against his chest. I relaxed into him instantly.

I closed my eyes to enjoy the warm water while she sat behind me and combed my hair. "You must be excited for today. A lot of people are," Bridgette said. "I guess so," I answered. "Does every coronation get such attention?" She hummed in thought. "I'm not sure about that since the King has had the crown since he was sixteen, but people are curious about today." I didn't want to seek further details but what the prince told me last night stuck in my head. "Why is that?" "Because the crown originally belonged to Prince Benjamin's older brother, but he was killed."

he added, I lowered my head in shame on his behalf. “Alright alpha, let’s focus on the deal at hand,” I said trying to maintain seriousness. “Fine, then we finish our discussion in the kitchen, on the counter, with your legs wrapped around my waist.” “Alright,” I cut him off, not wanting to hear anymore of his sweet, dirty words. The coronation ceremony finished in a bit. Ronald was crowned King, and if I could say, the crown looked like it was made for him; it suits him perfectly. Ronald stood on the podium, his gaze raised high, it was time for him for give his speech.