Demonic Crown Novels & Stories

Draco excitedly looked at the crown before he can enchant the spell. With Vincent's signal...All the four crystals i.e., Mars, Zenia, Marcus and Olivia raised their wands at the crown. "Attack," Vincent ordered raising their wands in unison at the crown. the rays of lighting from their wands and the crystal strikes the crown. Crown burst with a loud blast..., Draco started screaming. "NO! NO...nooo..." Draco slowly, slowly fades away and disappeared into fumes. Zohan enchants a spell at Lucifer and Dyna.

He didn’t answer right away, but Noah didn’t need him to. He’d seen the way Damien had looked at Maya when she shifted—when Aurora had emerged, white fur and eyes like frozen flame. The prophecy had been whispered for generations: When the moon’s light crowns the sea’s daughter, balance will be broken, and the world will bow or burn. And now, here she was. Damien stood, pacing. “It has to be. No wolf has ever shifted like that. No wolf carries power that bends the airaround them. And the way she fought against Becca

I shut the door with a flick of my wrist, turned the lock, and shut out the prying eyes. "Don Romano, I'm Elena," I announced. "Here's a token from the Deluca family." The wheelchair turned slowly to face me. Even prepared, I caught my breath for a split second at the sight. His face was a study in contrasts. The left side was chiseled perfection, but the right was hidden behind a silver mask, with burn scars creeping out like red, twisted centipedes. It was truly a horrifying sight, a mix of the divine and the monstrous.

Liam's Pov London had hardened me. The late nights buried in economics, the endless lectures about mergers and acquisitions, the luxury parties where men twice my age shook my hand with fake smiles—it had all left a mark. But when I had finally returned, the city no longer felt the same. I wasn’t just Liam Brooks anymore. I'm now the heir to my father’s empire, the man who would carry the Crownwell & Brooks name into a new dynasty. But of course, Father wouldn’t hand me the crown so easily.

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.