Elven Crowns Novels & Stories

She wore rags that had once been clothing, torn and filthy, barely covering the worst of the damage done to her body. But it was her eyes that destroyed him. They were the color of storm clouds, grey with hints of silver, and they burned with a defiance that should have been impossible. She'd been beaten, starved, chained, sold—and still, *still*, there was fire in her gaze as she was hauled onto that platform. *Mate,* his wolf whispered with absolute certainty. *MATE.* 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.

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

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.

He had gained the Saint status in Elven words. While the Brightwing Empire's bloodthirsty troops were all half-Saints. "Understood." The price has now surpassed all previous records. "Two million gold." The final price ultimately reached an incredible amount, causing a ripple in the auction. Two million gold coins were nearly the cost of certain disaster-ranked weapons, and it could even buy several mid-tier formation scrolls. The Elven crown was only worth tens of thousands of gold because of its history. "Isn't it merely a worn-out crown? I'll give it to you."

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

After what felt like an eternity of training, it was finally time for the champions to showcase what they have learned from the five Sages to the packs. The arena was a massive circle, it was surrounded by high stone walls with rows of seats stacked in layers, where the crowd watched eagerly. Roxanne and the other champions stood in a line, all dressed in a dark-gray tunic that reached their mid-thigh, with leather straps across their shoulders and waists. Their slim pants tucked into knee-high boots and leather bracers on their wrists, and their hair was pulled back tightly, with arrows on their back and their bow at their side.

Ray would have to portal us both since I could no longer portal, but he could use our bond to portal himself to Crysamthi so that would help. He portalled us to her location in the early evening hours, and we stood outside of a dense forest. She was wearing her crown, & told us that the elves were an old royalty who breed that royals should always wear their royal jewels to ensure they were treated with respect. Within moments, the dense forest opened to reveal a beautiful palace made of wood & covered with vines.

"The lineage is recognized." He held the collar aloft. It wasn't the delicate jewelry he had given her in the village. This was a heavy, archaic thing of blackened silver and beaten gold. The inward-pointing studs caught the torchlight, looking like the bared fangs of a frozen beast. "Kneel now, Elara," Fenris whispered, his golden eyes blown wide with a fervor that bordered on madness. "This is the weight of the crown. This is how we ensure you never stray from the pack’s heart."

In the center was a stone altar, and on it sat a single object: a crown made of barbed wire and rubies. "The Crown of the Usurper," Vane’s voice whispered in her head—the real Vane, clear and sharp. "If you put it on, Elara, you can force us out. You can give us physical bodies again. But the crown requires a blood-price from the one wearing it." "Don't listen to him!" Malphas’s voice snarled, louder and more aggressive. "Put it on and we'll rule everything! I'll give you the world, Elara! We'll burn the White Court together!"

Silence hugs the temple, but my heartbeat is loud, booming through my ears, when I’m made to kneel before her, tilting my head down. Grandma Ella appears before me, Grandpa Ryatt beside her, and I feel the weight of a crown placed on my head. A crown of precious stones–gems from every corner of Eastonia. Emeralds, sapphires, and polished obsidian from Veiled Valley. Diamonds, turquoise, and aquamarine from Tarsian. Rubies and emeralds from the Roguelands. And moonstones from Moonrise that glow a bright crimson as my powers ignite the moment the crown is placed on my head.