Flaming Crown Novels & Stories

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

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.

Flames decorate everything in many different forms-painting, woodwork, and statues, and upon what I assume are the thrones for the royal family sits two torches with flames like I've never seen before. It's evident that it's not normal fire. The same hues of blue and red that the festival is decorated with dance around each other in the middle of the flame. To anyone with normal eyesight, it would look like they touched and never blended. However, with my superior eyesight, I can see that the two colors are separated by a small band of gold. The rest of the flame that surrounds it is a brilliant orange. I'm fascinated by it and eager to know more about what it is and its significance. It's n

Warriors roared, stomping their boots until the very floor beneath me vibrated. The elder smiled. He reached out and picked up the crown. Varek didn't crown me. The elder placed it on my head. It wasn't a gaudy, jeweled Southern tiara. It was a band of blackened silver, forged into the shape of a crescent, with two gleaming wolf fangs worked into the sides. The moment the cool metal touched my brow, every single torch in the great hall flared. The orange flames snapped, turning instantly into a blinding, shimmering silver.

"They're bringing something." Alex studied the image. "That's not artillery." "No." "What is it?" Victor looked at him. "I don't know." Alex zoomed closer. A large armored vehicle appeared. Its surface carried no insignia. But on its side was a faint symbol. The flame-shaped crown. Alex's expression changed. "That's a Crown Engine." Cinthye stared. "A what?" "Something from the old records." "What does it do?" Alex swallowed. "It amplifies the Crown's signal."

The crown caught fire right in front of my eyes. “Why fire?!” I gasped loudly. It was not the usual flame—but a strange, silken one, golden and blue, rising without burning the air. It twisted around the crown like it was testing whoever dared to claim it. My pulse quickened and Phina shouted in my mind, “If that fire consumed the crown, the entire trial would be meaningless!” I had to get it. I lunged forward lightning-fast, every muscle in my body pushing me toward it. At the same time the Eagle ran for it. Just as I was a few meters away from the crown, the heat seared my face, licking my skin, but I didn’t care. I reached out—

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

After the queen’s bath, the maidservants worked together to dress her up, put on some light make-up and braid some locks of her hair. “Isn’t this dress too much for a simple Flower Banquet?” Emery asked as she stared at her own reflection. The accessories in her hair increased, but the earrings she was wearing were more extravagant than the ones she wore at her wedding. The hairpin given by Lady Mica was also the first thing she noticed because of the exquisite phoenix at its end. Aside from the accessories, she also stared at the red lotus painted in the middle of her forehead-she liked it. “It is a banquet arranged by Princess Garnet herself so showing up with your best appearance is an ap

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

He was too huge for his species, I wondered letting my hand brush his neck. His eyes suddenly flickered open and I fell back onto my burr before scrambling to my feet with hands flaying around to get a hold of Chicken Nugget's beaded collar. "Easy easy." I say to the unmoving animal, it's eyes open and lazer focused on us with an intensity that made me freeze and my dog shuffle on his feet. Crimson were it's eyes, so blood red that I couldn't differentiate between beautiful and dangerous. The look was fleeting, his lids fluttered shut again, but it left my skin tingling as if I'd touched an electric wire.