Elven Crowns Novels & Stories

“I accept. For Iris. For our children. For every wolf who deserves peace.” The gathered wolves raised their heads as one and howled, a sound that resonated deep into the forest and up to the fractured moon. Power rippled through the clearing. The twin wolves on Iris and Aiden’s wrists flared, golden and black vines intertwining, their glow so intense that the air seemed to hum with divine energy. Scene 1: The Crowning of Aiden A ceremonial crown of intertwined silver and obsidian was brought forth, its design a tribute to light and darkness entwined. Selene carefully placed it on Aiden’s brow, and as it settled, the glow from the twin wolves shot upward in a beam of radiance.

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.”

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

She look around, she didn't expect that they'll be sent inside of a dungeon. She wonders if her food supplies are enough. She checked her pouch, it was small but she could put anything on it. It was given by Evans, the crown prince's right hand. He never approaches her even once but she can say he's loyal to his lord, he says he can put anything on this. At first she didn't believe it, but when she put something on it was proven.

I made myself keep going before I lost my nerve entirely. "It isn't dangerous, whatever the old laws claim. It never was. It's a mark, here." I touched my collarbone, where linen and boning had hidden the faint, fire-colored lines since I was twelve, the year they'd first bloomed fully enough to require the wrap Aldric had spent months teaching me to bind myself into without cutting off my own breath. "It shows when I'm afraid, or when I bleed, or sometimes simply when I've gone too long without the suppressant draughts Aldric mixes for me. Anyone who recognizes the pattern would know exactly what I am within a heartbeat of seeing it. And what I am, Ren, is a legitimate claim on a throne cur

Behind them are the five malevolent Princes, dressed in more gold than actual fabric. There is space between them and the Royals from lesser kingdoms. Being the renowned warrior princess and soon to be alpha queen of Silvermere empire I was offered the opportunity to sit at the forefront, but I chose to blend into the crowd and enjoy my freedom before I am forced to marry the monster that will become the overall emperor. At the powerful crown of Elowen is mounted upon an elevated altar where all eyes are fixed. The blood of it's heir is supposed to turn jewel's red light to pure white, and it will grant him the crown's great powers.

Selene cuts her hand first, followed by Octavia, Archie, and Dean. The blood mixed and came out of the bowl. Selene twisted her hand, and two identical crowns appeared. The crown is golden with red gemstones on it. It has three thorns coming out of it, but it confused me why there were two. The blood poured on the crown, and I can see the blood entering the gemstones and turning them crimson red. Selene looked at Dean, smiling at him.

Keya says. “That’s a good idea. Add a couple of wolves too, that can fight against the elves on the ground,” Elio adds. “Then, each team can work to fight against the elements that are shooting around us, while still fighting off our main enemy, the elves, and their earth element,” Kenna says. “Exactly.” “Who is invited to your coronation, Kenna?” Keya asks. “A bunch of elves, the two of you, Vaeril and Anala, all the dragons, and my family,” she says.

Elinor blinked gently. Her thick, curled eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath her eyelids, adding a touch of forlornness to her expression, as if she bore the weight of the world's unpredictable changes. Lilith watched her with a hint of melancholy. Elinor had set aside the chess piece, reaching for the slender wooden box on the table and opening it. Inside lay the King's Cane, and a letter that she had written and also stamped with the seal of the ring.

The king grabbed the handle and saw that it was a dagger exquisitely made. The tip of the handle was a mixture of silver and gold seemingly woven over each other. Between the handle and the blade was a dark grey gemstone shaped like a shield and its crossguard and quillon were shaped like that of a wave. Securing the dark grey gemstone, two silver and gold snakes crossed over each other with their tails ending at the edge of the crossguard.