Crownless King Novels & Stories

He had to make sure there was no catch. The King’s eyes gleamed, and his smile was one of feline satisfaction. “Maeve’s Crown will decide then, who is better suited to be king.” King Dain’s reign was to come to an end in a few weeks, but if there was no heir to pass down the crown to, he would stay a ruler longer. It was what he wanted, even if he’d ruled for close to a thousand years already. Such was the allure of the crown. Not many could wear it and not forever covet its power. It was much like an addiction impossible to cure. It is why the Queen Maeve of the Fae had made her crown sentient, choosing only one of pure heart to wear it.

There’s actual fanfare, from real trumpets, and the huge doors open to admit me. All thoughts of Ashton or anyone else clear my mind entirely. I instantly focused on Owen, seated on his throne, the crown of our thoughts again hair. The King’s crown is simple, polish-focused with peaks that rise in the shape of fangs; the pack legend is that they’re actual werewolf teeth. I suppose now that I’m about to be queen, I cI'dfind out. I sl a list of s all the weird things I’ve always wanted to know. Since life around Aconitum Hall seems like it’s going to be pretty boring, maybe I can write a definitive history of the pack or something.

I say each name carefully, the way Queen Alara taught me with the old words — letting the name take up the space in the room that the person used to take up. I tell them about the marking ceremony. About the Consort. About the king that I changed the law to prevent the crown from requiring — because the crown requires competence and will and blood, not a specific gender attached to all three. Kael, sitting in the front row with Marcus beside him, does not react when I say this. He already knew. The lack of reaction is itself a kind of reaction — the specific stillness of a man who has made his peace with being beside something rather than in front of it, and finds the view considerably bette

Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass. Sebastian let out a short, contemptuous laugh. His polished, hand-made leather shoe came down, pinning Lorenzo’s palm to the floor with agonizing precision. "The head of the family? Lorenzo, you seem to have forgotten who anointed you to that seat. In this city, what I bestow, I can reclaim whenever I please." Pinned and helpless, Lorenzo twisted his head, staring up at me with eyes saturated in pure venom. "Joanna, you make me sick. I can't believe how fast you crawled into the Don’s bed."

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

The former were collectively known as researchers, the latter, the Kings. Despite his unreasonable acts in the Empire upon learning that someone cursed for apocalypse was hiding in his kingdom, the crown prince was actually blessed to have mages among their family. Their royal family had been governing for over five hundred years, a place that could be said to be with a history as rich and old as Kingdom of Corona. Another example was Fred. Although like what had been said by Conrad, there were other high rankers in the convalescent center of Alina City, Fred was designated as the King since he was already the most reasonable among the bunch. Of course, that was, if the 'god' was excluded fr

His legs that has been frozen in place tried to move forward, but the numbness and the heavy weight of his sins pulled him down as he fell forwards and knelt on the ground with a silent roar of a cornered beast coming out of his mouth. The two personal subordinates at the side could only watch at the side with complicated expressions. They wanted to support their crown prince, but the chaotic air around the other party forced them to stand on their ground with helplessness surging in their chests. They could not help their crown prince in dealing with the matters about his fated mate, and it is a reality that completely reveals their uselessness. This is the atmosphere that greeted Crow the

Lance’s voice was strong as it echoed through the room. “Then with this crown, I leave my throne and my people in your care, my son.” The King removed his staff and picked up the crown with both hands and set it gently on top of Lancelin’s head. “Bow, Lancelin Eustein, servant of the Gods above, and rise King Lancelin Eustein, the new ruler of the Incubi Kingdom.”

**PROJECT CROWNLESS — STATUS: ACTIVE** The smile that curved his lips was slow, deliberate. “Crowns fall,” he said softly. “But thrones?” He watched the screen, eyes sharp. “They’re always waiting.”

I can't help but tense. “You mean besides ‘Crownless’?” I scoff. "That title is not an insult, Alejandro. It is a prophecy. Crownless does not mean unworthy. It means unchosen by a corrupt bloodline. You carry the fire of the first. Your father did not leave you a crown. He left you a legacy untainted by politics and rot." I blink. The air stills and almost suffocates me. I had always thought being Crownless made me lesser. An unwanted shadow of the throne. But now… now Inferno calls it something else entirely. A freedom. A beginning.