Demonic Crown Novels & Stories

I looked at it curiously and was just as amazed to see what was inside when Stone opened it. “A-A…crown?” I mumbled to myself. "We need to be presentable as we step in front of our people, my Luna..." I swallowed hard when Damon said that next to me. I didn't know that he heard what I said. Stone approached Damon. Damon bends a bit so that Stone could put it on his head. I was just amazed when Damon finally wore it. The gold shining crown is suited for him. There is no doubt about it. Damon is an Alpha king. And I can't believe I'm the…

Ezra crossed an arm over my chest to hold me back. “You don’t know what you’ve done,” he said. “Don’t I? I’m the most powerful being in the world. I could kill you all in the flick of my wrist!” Ezra chuckled. “You can’t wear another King’s crown unless his dead.” Dimitri froze. “That’s right.” Hunter stretched out his arm, and the crown flew off Dimitri’s head and connected with his arm. Hunter’s eyes turned from hellish red to crystal blue. “No!” Dimitri yelled.

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.

"We seek the Crown Bearer." Its voice sounded wrong. Not human. As though dozens of voices spoke in perfect unison from inside the helmet. Cassian stepped in front of Lyra. His sword rose immediately. "Then you're out of luck." The warrior ignored him. Its attention never left Lyra. "The Crown Bearer belongs to the Throne." The Bone Crown pulsed. Pain shot through Lyra's skull. A flood of unfamiliar images crashed into her mind. A vast black citadel. An endless army kneeling before a throne.

"In your dreams!" He stood, hoisted me onto a chair, and forced my head down toward the floor. Upside down like that, the blood in my stomach rushed straight up into my throat. Within seconds, a thick layer of bloody froth flooded my airway. My eyes widened in panic, and I could barely breathe, let alone cry for help. Eddie finally smiled in satisfaction. "Don't waste your strength, Victor. No one out there is going to remember you're here." With that, he turned and walked out, locking the storage cabin door behind him.

And now the time had come, the moment where Damien began to slowly advance his waist, in a very slow movement. "A-aaakkhhh!~ ..." Michelle groaned as Damien's prince tried to enter Michelle's crown. Michelle has indeed been the 'cattle' of several vampires, but as we know, Ansel Gaute Costi is a noble class vampire who discovered a magic lotion that could make a woman's crown always a virgin thanks to his research over the past few years. And because the lotion had been applied to Michelle's crown right before Damien saved her, now Michelle's crown is really narrow like a girl who is still a virgin.

he said, voice dropping, gritty. “He’s not solo. You hear that?” She swallowed hard, forcing her breath thin, tuning out the thud in her ears. There—soft scuffs, boots on concrete, more than one pair echoing faint. Her gut twisted. They were boxed in, and that vial—Dorian’s sick little gift—was out there, laughing at her from the dark. “Perfect,” she grumbled, edging tighter to the wall, her arm brushing Roman’s. His heat stuck to her, and it was stupid how it messed with her head.

* And Kael Dravenhart, Crown Prince of Virelion, heir to the throne, trained weapon of his father's will, felt his entire world shatter and reform around the broken girl on the platform. She lifted her head, and even from across the chamber, even through the crowd of predators between them, their eyes met. Recognition flared. Not gentle—nothing about this moment was gentle—but *absolute*. She saw him. Truly *saw* him in a way no one ever had, past the crown prince mask, past the cold soldier, straight down to the wolf that was even now howling for her blood, her bones, her *soul*. And in her eyes, just for a heartbeat, he saw the same recognition reflected back.

Taking a breath, Brawen seemed to find it difficult to calm down. If God's Crown naturally disappears, there's nothing to worry about, but if it's stolen, I'm pretty sure, because how much god must that person be to be able to get the Divine Crown that is behind. Brawen that she did not know. Brawen glanced around. The Crown of God is created by Titania from eternal light, but around the royal palace is still bright as day and the flowers are still blooming and blooming, proving that the Crown God is still here, very Very close.

It doesn’t take him long to find it. As soon as Demetrius places the Vampire King’s Royal Crown on his head, the world is in danger once again. Absorbing the power of the Vampire King, Demetrius was unforgiving in his revenge. He declared war on the world and then proceeded to level it. No one but the cruellest of the cruel, the evilest of the most evil, survived the war brought on and led by Demetrius.