Demonic Crown Novels & Stories

starts to react violently to their presence, profusely begging to fight. But I push those forces back and look farther, around the ceremony from my hideout. I finally find that similar sideview of the person I'd probably be looking for. My mate. Belvedere. My wolf cringes when it sees those blazing wings at his back, those horns and the crown placed on his head. My wolf whines disappointedly when he leans down and kisses that familiar green haired on the forehead. His fiancee. She too has a crown on her head making me wonder what is really going on. And as if noticing my presence already, he turns to my direction. He has two different orbs now. While one is the color of a blazing fire with

Draven stepped behind her silently. The air practically crackled when he moved. The hybrid had the magic of four different bloodlines racing through his veins: dragon, wolf, vampire, and wizard. It was no wonder older Arcanists warned students about rubbing shoulders with the Interregnum breeding program. But Draven was here to help us stop them. I descended the last step of the staircase. The relic chamber yawned open beneath our feet like some gaping maw. The ceiling towered overhead inside the circular chamber. Pillars of ancient stone reinforced the roof, runic elemental symbols burning brightly along their sides, supporting the university building above us. In the center of the room sat

In the purple dense demon Qi, the crown prince of the Demon God Palace stood tall in the air and his purple hair was dancing wildly. This was a strong man being 2.3 or 2.4 meters tall. The burly chap had dashing eyebrows and tiger eyes, square mouth and wide nose. A faint purple flame enveloped him. He wore a scale armor, like a devil out of hell, demonstrating a breathtaking force. He was the crown prince of the Demon God Palace. He was born with noble blood of a superior demon. At this time, he had completely changed into human form; no one could see clearly from what demon he had evolved from.

The moment I left the manor behind, my phone buzzed, a coded message from James, our family's tutor. "Harriet, your dad's on the warpath. He's threatened to erase me from Norchester if I don't sway you to his way of thinking: change your college choice, agree to a strategic marriage. He's even rallied the Blood Oath Brotherhood in Engleton against you, to teach you the price of defiance." My fingers clenched around the phone until they turned pale. That was his master stroke. I thought I broke free, but he was spinning a new web all along. What was waiting for me in Engleton?

Damien sat across from her and said they needed to talk. Elena didn’t know how. If his father had killed hers, then everything between them was stained by blood neither of them could wash away. Damien told her he understood. He swore he had nothing to do with Antonio’s death. He had believed the Morettis were responsible. If Vincent had orchestrated this, then he had manipulated both of them, creating a situation where Damien looked like a savior while quietly consolidating power. It was exactly the kind of long game Vincent Cross excelled at.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

Was there truly a traitor among them, working from within the school’s walls? Suddenly, a timid voice broke through the tension, drawing all eyes to its source. It was a young girl standing near the front of the crowd, her voice barely above a whisper. “M-my name is Leona Nightingale,” she stammered, her eyes wide with fear. “I-I am part of The Averrant.” Before anyone could react, Caleb’s katana flashed in the air, and with a swift movement, he struck down Leona. Shock rippled through the crowd as her body fell to the ground, blood staining the earth beneath her.

The coronation day dawned bright and still, as if even nature itself paused to witness this pivotal moment in history. My reflection in the ornate mirror shimmered with threads of gold and crimson, the ceremonial robes of the Lycan Queen wrapping around me like destiny itself made manifest. The silver circlet gleamed atop my brow not ostentatious, but elegant in its simplicity, a subtle reminder that though I wore the crown with pride, it had been forged in blood, loss, and the kind of sacrifice that leaves permanent marks on the soul.

A crowd gathered outside the palace gate. William stood by with his hand on his sword. The leader of the group stood tall but did not respond upon hearing her. Elinor knew he could hear her. This man was the most cunning in all of Avalon Kingdom. A saint in appearance, a devil at heart. As the Archbishop, many respected, and admired him, but they didn’t know beneath his saintly appearance lay a heart brimming with malice. A sword blessed by God and stained with the blood of royalty. With those same hands he turned the pages of the Bible, and with those same hands he wiped out the lives of the entire Elton family, with the bodies of those implicated stacked on top of each other.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”