Cruel Crown Novels & Stories

I move as quickly as I could to the raised platform sliding on my knees across the golden built bench that the golden coated box holding the prince's crown lies. Considering my extraordinary streagth opening the box proves quite easy. Reaching inside the box my long fingers lock around one of the crown's side and I pry it out of the box. The diamond hoops rising from the crown ring shimmers in the dim light. Golden stars and a band of pearls joining in the middle under an orb of blue ename with a unique curve at the top. What an impressive work of art? Too bad I'm going to make it an impressive crown of shame hours from now. I am going to make Wilson's party a traumatic event that no one wil

Suddenly, there it was - amidst the riotous weather and foreboding wilderness - a shimmering glint caught my eye. Through the heart of the storm, nestled between the gnarled roots of an ancient oak was the Alpha's Crown, gleaming with an ethereal light that cut through the darkness. The Alpha's Crown – a legendary artifact of our kind, imbued with the collective strength of countless leaders. It was said to hold the essence of every pack leader who'd ever worn it. Now, it sat nestled between twisted roots, caught in the spectral dance of lightning that fractured the darkness every few moments. The crown was an intricate weave of silver and gold, studded with rare gems that glowed with ethere

She must be very happy after that. "You...you are Mr. Ding?" Cristine's face turned deathly pale, and she leaned against the sofa feebly. For a moment, she was too shocked to move. She knew that William was so powerful, so she thought that he was a bad old man. It never occurred to her that he was young, handsome, and so matured. If she had known, she would never have refused to take the crown as Mrs. Ding.

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

I wasn't sure if it was because romance had never been high on my list of priorities or because I wanted to play the game to win. My soul mate, the one for me, was the man standing in front of me. I could hug the moon goddess if only she could materialize out of nowhere, but I was still a deadly Mafia king and, even worse, the leader of a pack that was incredibly dangerous. The Crown Crest pack was a sizable, powerful pack made up of powerful individuals who were bloodthirsty. Everyone feared and despised them to the core because anyone who ventured into their path would be killed.

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

The Hollow Crown pulsed wildly, as if desperate to maintain control. And then, with a scream that tore through the chamber, Rael reached up and grasped the cursed crown. The moment his fingers touched it, darkness erupted. The entire Keep trembled, the walls groaning as fractures spider-webbed across them. The floor beneath them cracked, sending debris tumbling into the abyss below. The Hollow Crown resisted, its tendrils digging deeper into Rael’s flesh, trying to bind him forever. But Rael would not be caged.

I won't blame her because it's what I have thought also; somewhere in my heart, I wish and hope that Carter is rejected by the Moon goddess because I know what it holds. “We shouldn't talk like that, Brooke,” I reply, still holding onto her hand, while she nods slowly. I shift my attention back to what is happening at the front of the hall, the priestess who is holding the crown.. The crown, woven from rough, dark vines with sharp thorns, she holds carefully like an egg. It is rumored that if the crown falls, then the person will die a very painful death.. Looking at the crown, it isn't of glory or splendor but one of raw tradition and unspoken meaning.

“Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?” I darted my tongue to lick my dry lips as I nodded my head as the man muttered. “I do,” “With the power of god, I may pronounce you as the Queen of Nitholirc, wife of Lords of Nitholirc and hope of people,” My heart fluttered as he gently picked the crown with his both hands and Claus bowed slightly as he placed it on his head as people cheered and clapped. My chest tightened with uneasiness, and I swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat.

"Princess Helen, I know she's your friend, but dear cousin, you should be wary of others, especially the Crown Prince. Avoid getting too close to him. Alice, I'm serious." Alicia nodded in response to Dimitri's repeated warning. The Crown Prince was, in fact, the true king of Coulson. He was a cruel man who knew how to use his strength, power, and influence. He satiated his desires by trampling those who dared to defy his authority. Nobles feared him and dared not defy him over time.