Crowns Quotes Novels & Stories

the witch said. “And?” I asked, “Say what you have to say.” The three witches look at each other. Nerves visible in their porcelain faces. “A crown,” the witch said as she lowered her head. Frowning, I throw them a questioning look. What crown were they speaking of? “Have you heard about the Ruby Crown?” The witch asked. I shake my head. I had never heard of a Ruby Crown. I didn’t understand where they were going with this. Letting them know they could continue. I watch as they take a seat.

Kevin raised his brow, folding his arms on his chest, “this can cost you your crown, you know that?” I looked at Adrian sharply, this same crown was the reason he went ahead with the bet, what is it going to be now that it had been mentioned? Adrian smiled at me, and without looking at Kevin, he said the most precious words I have ever heard, “you can have the crown Kev, I have a better one, right here in my arms.”

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Kaelen looked at her. Really looked at her. For the first time since finding him, she saw tears shining in his eyes. "You don't understand." His voice cracked. "The crown isn't choosing you." The Bone Crown pulsed violently against her skull. The reaction felt almost angry. Almost defensive. Kaelen pointed directly at it. "That's not a gift." The creature watched in silence. Interested. Patient. Waiting to see what happened next. Kaelen swallowed hard. "It's a key." The words landed like a punch.

Her face was already pinched into the expression of a woman preparing to fire the entire palace staff. “Mami.” I cracked an egg into a bowl. “Morning.” “My crown is missing.” I picked up a second egg. “Which crown?” Gabby looked at me like I had just asked who the president was. “My pink glitter crown.” “You have four pink glitter crowns.” “The aquarium one.” “Oh. The cheap one.” “It’s royal.” “Royal and seven dollars can coexist.” Her face darkened. “It’s gone.” Another set of footsteps came from behind her.

While I unscrew the lid, I huff, “Well. I don’t have all day.” Becky swallows and hesitates for a moment, before she timidly replies, “M.Max sa.said something a.a.about the c.c.c.crown..” What! Oh, I definitely going to fire her. This is unacceptable. My hand tightens around the water bottle as my blood boils. However, asking Becky another question, is a losing cause. If this is something about the crown, I can’t waste any more time. I quickly chug some water before tossing the bottle back into my bag and grabbing my phone. I hit Max’s number and turn my back to Becky.

This time I wasn't near either of those people however, I was on a train, heading back home. They had posted a picture of two people. The man was older, with grey hair and a grey beard. He wore a military uniform and had a golden crown on his head. His wife was about the same age, though she still had some brown mixed in with her hair. She wore a modest, royal blue dress, and had a silver crown on her head. I scrolled down and started reading the article.

Ciel continued. “If they stand behind you, protect them. If they stand beside you, respect them, and if they stand against you, defeat them." Jarvis proceeded. Kaizen slowly approached her; he hooked a hand under her chin and lifted her face to look him in the eyes. Brown met Crimson. “Always remember this, Roxanne.” “What?” She whispered. “A queen will always turn pain into power.”

My crown, wherever it was cracked. I felt it as if it were part of me, as if the metal and jewels were extensions of my own body. The sound echoed in my skull not heard, but felt, a vibration that went straight to my bones. The crown had been more than decoration, more than symbol. It had been anchor, tether, the thing that kept me grounded in who I was supposed to be. Now it was breaking, and I was breaking with it.

Raven asked brushing my hair away from my face. Thinking it would be rude to not face and meet his brother, I slowly sat up and removed the duvet from my face even though I know that my cheeks are still burning a little bit. “She is… just like how you wanted… someone so innocent that only you, can corrupt.” Crowden joked, leaving a chuckle at the end of his statement as he only received a glare from Raven. But… Crowden? Crowden… Crow… den. “Raven? Crow?” I uttered, pointing at Raven as I uttered his name and at Crowden when I spoke his.