Demonic Crown Novels & Stories

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

"We are what happens when love refuses to be destroyed by power. We are five who became one who became something the universe has never seen." We raised our hands—five overlapping, existing in multiple dimensions simultaneously. "And we are done with you." We unmade him. Not violently. Not cruelly. We simply transformed his nature so completely that the Void Emperor ceased to exist as concept. No fragments remaining. No possibility of return. Just absolute ending. Then we turned to the vault's sealed door and opened it with a thought. The Broken Crown had become something new. And the world was about to discover what that meant.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

“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.

Lorenzo lunged at her, his hands locking around her throat, his eyes so bloodshot they looked ready to burst from their sockets. "You used me! You killed my heir! You're a goddamn harlot who deserves to rot in hell!" He roared in fury, his hands—now covered in the raw red patches of his infection—pinning Bella’s shoulders down. "Joanna is nothing like you! She saved my life! She’s not a low-life like you!" "You aren't even worthy of uttering her name! You’re a filthy, toxic viper, and you’re the root of every disaster in my life!"

“You stopped my death, Ashina’s knife, Bardolph’s heart, Maelor’s shadow, and now you want to stand before the moon alone.” Daciana’s eyes flashed. “I am not trying to stand alone.” “Then let me carry the crown,” I said, and the chamber went silent enough for the children’s small sobs to sound like rain. Bardolph’s spirit wolf turned toward me, its golden eyes filled with warning, but I reached for the crown anyway. Daciana pulled back, but the crown stretched toward my mark like it had recognized Rudina’s second daughter through cloth, skin, pain, and shadow.