Flaming Crown Novels & Stories

All I hear is, "By the power vested upon me, you will become the queen of Evergreen, from today until forever!" A maid removes my crown and my father stands up. He walks next to the high priest. The priest takes a few steps back and my father takes the queen's crown. Gently, he crowns me with it and says, "I am so proud of you!" I force a smile and curtsy as father nods and goes back into his place. I face the crowd once and for all. The high priest announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children, world-- help me welcome the new Queen of Evergreen, Aurora Wintershade!"

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

she projected her voice, hiding any fear she had. “Then please, recite after me; As queen I will protect all wolves who need protection. I will bestow my advice and knowledge for all who need it. I will follow my mate, the King in all his endeavors.” Klara repeated the words, glancing to Marc every now and then to see his proud, warm smile. Elsbeth took the crown of intwined thin gold strands from her head, and placed it on Klara’s. Adelaide brought forth a gold handled dagger, although this one had a blue sapphire encrusted in the hilt. She handed it delicately to Elsbeth. She nodded subtly to Klara, who nodded back, she’d been warned about this part. Elsbeth nicked her palm, before passing

Look at what happened……. One faithless evening, as Michelle had navigated the weather and the possible outcome of it. She knew it would rain in a short period so, she left for Bruno’s house claiming that they had things to discuss concerning business. Bruno was alone the house as she entered. She dressed all sexy, the gown she wore was as light as air and it had a lining that when slightly followed or looked at, the upper part of the laps becomes too daring. When she stepped in, Bruno’s mouth was wide open, he wondered what manner of dressing that was and the instinct behind it. He was acting like if he was given a taste of what he was looking at, he wouldn’t take but we all know their story

Harp added, seeing what Old Noll's bones felt before the rest of us could squint: the smaller sloop tucked in the brig's lee, flying a crown pennant like a man wears a borrowed coat. The brig was new enough to smell like pride and debt. Her name, neat as a clerk's signature, glittered on her stern: Honoria. She ran close-hauled like she knew she looked well-washed. She turned her lady's face toward us and lifted a trumpet. "Gilded Wraith!" A perfected voice carried over water with the entitlement of paper. "Heave to for inspection. By authority of the crown and House Morcant's mercantile rights." "See?" Jas said. "Papers and morals in the same bed."

"Effective immediately, you're fired." He didn't stop there. "Anyone involved in this mess, HR will document every name. We're doing a full internal review." A wave of sharp inhales swept through the crowd. Violet's eyes widened, disbelief written all over her face. "Why?!" she demanded. "She's the one pretending!" "Pretending?" Piers's voice cut clean through hers. "She is the chairman's only daughter, the real heiress of Neel Corporation, Riley Franklin!" He looked down at Violet, each word deliberate.