Elven Crowns Novels & Stories

My father watched Keran and Nyx head into the room side by side. "I hope you all finished with your meal before wandering around and ending up here. I only came to test a crown theory," I announced to the growing crowd. The unseelie king grinned and tilted his head. "Elf crowns are the same as the unseelie but yours lacks the sticks that are in mine and Roisin's,'' he said simply. I smiled and nodded as Chance held me to his side. Chance growled softly and I felt the shift. I waved both my hands and pulled everyone into the room under my shield as green shards of energy rained down upon us. Nyx simply snapped his fingers and opened his hand and the individual responsible stood before him loo

She wore the midnight-black gown Silas had picked, the one that looked like it was woven from the night sky itself. ​There was a knock on the door. Her four brothers entered, dressed in matching black tuxedos with silver wolf-head cufflinks. They looked like a wall of midnight. ​"One last thing," Orion said. He held a velvet box. Inside was a delicate, floating crown made of "Moon-Steel", a metal that only the Thorne line could forge. It pulsed with a soft, protective light. ​As Ryker placed the crown on her head, he leaned in and whispered, "The Ashwood Pack is watching the live broadcast from their ruins, Elara. Show them exactly what they threw away."

The generations of golden wolves harvested and used and discarded deserved it retrospectively, as much as anything could be given retrospectively. The crown pulsed. Gold first. Then red. Then both together, that nameless color that belonged to neither bloodline alone. Warm light spread slowly across the canyon floor. "First part complete," Elowen said quietly. The second part was harder. Anchoring the crown required pressing it physically into the stone above the vault, not forcing it, but willing the stone to receive it. To recognize it. Elowen had warned it would resist initially. She wasn't wrong.

Her clothing whipped around as if she stood on the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea. The strange, magical wind only encompassed her, leaving the rest of the room and occupants untouched, undisturbed. Her body rose from the ground, her feet lifting several inches off of the floor, her arms spread wide and her palms lifted towards the ceiling. Her mouth opened, and an otherworldly voice mixed with her own soprano sang through her, “It will begin with a stolen crown A worthy scion Nature and Moon Forbidden but inevitable Forever bringing harmony The chains of the past will threaten

It was her words before the Great Revolt happened. Ashriel bit her lower lips. She felt her chest tighten as she opened it, revealing Meredith’s old diaries and letters. Ashriel dug deeper and saw some maps with red and blue marks. At the very bottom was another metal box covered with twelve jewels. A crown was beautifully carved on top. The La Elora emblem.

After that they have a done a coronation ceremony for ROSY and she became the queen of the elves she invited all the tribes and she gives the order to eliminate all the heights elves because they are traitors. She headed with AHMET down stairs into the basement she founded the Legend ice bow his real name is the frozen heart. And she gives the box to AHMET he opened the two boxes the one he got in dryad kingdom and the elves box he founded two books and twi bracelets and a white feather. He approached the first bracelet to his bracelet then its absorbed like in the north tower. He did this with the second bracelet also, the bracelet changed color and become black with some carving in gold co

The two personal guards looked at each other with questions in their eyes, but they could not disturb their master even if they want to sate their curiosity. Crow also came back at this time, and he groaned while laying on the soft couch. He was shuttling through the manor’s and buildings of the forces in the inner territory, but there is no definite information about the red divine fruit described by the crown prince. There are no such news of a divine fruit appearing in Rebelliad for the past ten years, but treasures with the blood-red color are plentiful, and Crow felt that there might be something wrong with the crown prince’s information.

A sleek black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, its tires cruelly splashing a wave of muddy water from a puddle, soaking me to the skin. The car door swung open, and Nolan stepped out, his bodyguards forming a tight circle around him. His eyes locked onto the urn cradled in my arms, and for a moment, he froze, then his face twisted with anger. "Lena was right. You're really going all out with this charade, even getting yourself an urn to play the part in this rain!" He grabbed the urn from me and hurled it to the ground. I felt a surge of rage. Ignoring the pain racking my body, I dove for the urn and, thankfully, caught it just in time.