Demonic Crown Novels & Stories

Until reality crashed back on us. Dominic ripped his mouth away, stumbling backward. His eyes were wild with shock and disgust. He wiped his mouth aggressively with the back of his hand, staring at me as if I were a demon. “If you ever,” Dominic rasped, his voice shaking with rage as he pointed a finger at my chest, “ever look at me like that again, or touch me... I will ensure your royal blood splatters across this city. You are dead to me, Alaric. You hear me? Dead.”

The court fell into complete silence as the Crown Prince stepped into the throne room. Jin Qiqiong the Crown Prince who had just returned to the capital was still donned in his armor with his long jet black hair held in a high ponytail bore a commanding presence befitting that of the future emperor of their empire. Jin Qiqiong the Emperor’s heir and first son bore the most resemblance towards the Emperor compared to the rest of his siblings. Aside from the gentle look on his face as opposed to the Emperor’s cold stoic one he is almost a younger version of the current emperor!

A massive crown sat on top of his head, filled with big purple gemstones. He walked over to the chair at the end and Samael appeared on the stage with a smirk on his face. Samael's crown was embedded with rubies and it looked so heavy, I wondered how it didn't fall off. Samael found me and winked at me before walking over to the chair next to Lucifer. Micah followed, then Benjamin, then Belphegor. My nerves spiked in anticipation for Adrian to come out. As soon as he did, my breathing almost stopped. He walked out in his black suit, his blue diamond necklace on show and his crown on his head. A true king. The demon of sex.

"I am Desmond, my brother sent me here. To spar with you…" "Brother, you mean Deimos errr the crown prince?" She made sure. "Yes." Not edited

Emery leaned forward and said in almost a whisper, “Do not forget that your crown will be taken away with only one wrong move you make.” As Emery strutted her way back into the mansion with Castor, Empress Serena could only clench her fists and contain the anger wanting to burst out of her. Lady Cressida felt the same way, but she patted her on the shoulder as if to help the empress keep her composure. “Worry not. Once her child is unalived, she will blame and kill herself even without us having to stain our hands with her impure blood,” she said, narrowing her gaze at the hall where Emery disappeared into.

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

Rumors hinted at a connection between their family and dragons, their blood carrying a mysterious poison. In that moment, she realized that fate had brought Adelstein into her path. This was her opportunity, her chance to manipulate their power for her own purpose. They would become her pawn in the game of vengeance, a means to reclaim what was taken from her. In this life, she vowed to bring swift and merciless retribution upon all those who had inflicted suffering upon her. “Greeting to the grand duke of Adelstein,” the dean greeted, flanked by the knights of Windsor. The contrast between Adelstein and Windsor was stark. The powerful presence of the Grand Duke of Adelstein overshadowed the

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

"They're announcing themselves." Well, that was somehow worse. What a horrible way to make an entrance. An hour later, the sanctuary sat under lockdown torches lined the halls. Guards patrolled every corridor, rain hammered the roof like impatient fists. "I hate this." Cinthye begins and walking in circles. "Noted," Damien said. "I'm serious." "So am I." She stopped. "Who are the Black Crown?" Damien exchanged a look with Aurelio. The old man sighed."A ghost." "Helpful."

Stepping past her, I walked toward the altar and released my pressure without restraint. In that instant, every werewolf present, including her, dropped to their knees, unable to resist. "Open your eyes and look carefully." I glanced down at her from above. "Who told you it would be those three competing for the throne? "The one who will step onto that throne is me. Seraphina." Camilla’s face twisted slightly at my words, her eyes burning with jealousy. When I withdrew my pressure, she gritted her teeth and spat out one final threat. "Stop bluffing! Our capital is building a new civilization. Once winter passes, I’ll personally lead an army and crush your filthy den!"