Flaming Crown Novels & Stories

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.

“Avery, do you vow to uphold the integrity of the Naga tribe, serving as its figurehead and flame, until one of our offspring is ready to rule?” She blushes before she says, “I, Avery of Naga, do solemnly swear to rule with compassion, integrity, wisdom, and diplomacy, until my child is fit to take my place.” I smiled as I brought the crown to her lips for her to kiss it. However, when she did, the unexpected happened. It began to glow and refract a myriad of colors into the night sky. It was a beautiful display, but not nearly as beautiful as the one who created it. I placed the glowing crown upon her head, and my brothers took turns kissing her, before I dipped her low, and kissed her unti

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."

I cried, and the flame shot upwards in an inferno, and there it was the unsaid emotion that was burning my flame out of control. "Kayda.?" he called as my dragon was now coming to the surface. "Kayda, push your dragon back down. Regain control, you are able to do this. You just need to find your control points." he simply said now right inside the flames with me I could see nothing but him and fire flames.

She had to keep her real feelings buried deep in the ground or else, she would be feeding those people who wanted her downfall with the reaction they anticipated from her. The wedding reception was held in the Whitmore Mansion. The entrance itself was adorned with roses of different colors. Stepping inside, they were greeted with opulent gold and silver accents. Sparkling chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm and romantic glow over the great hall. The walls were lined with luxurious silks draped in shades of ivory and cream, plus the waving flag of the Varmore Empire, which were complemented by the floral arrangements in shades of blush pink and soft lavender.

I hurl a wave of dragonfire, and he counters with a spiral of molten ash. We dance. Flame meets flame and every strike tests me. My breath shortens. My vision narrows. He lands a blow... just barely... scorching my arm. Pain flares, but I twist, channeling the Crown. My body glows. I summon the new fire language. I don’t just speak it, I become it. “**Ignis Aeterna.**” Light explodes from me. Not just heat, not just magic but pure fire. He falls back, shielded only by instinct.

Frowning, she stood and opened the door cautiously. Aiden was there, leaning casually against the wall, his shirt slightly untucked, his hair ruffled by the breeze. He held a small bouquet of daisies in one hand, his lips curved into a sheepish smile. “Happy anniversary, princess,” he said softly, his voice almost shy. Amira narrowed her eyes and slammed the door shut in his face.then she realised Leo was not inside. She opened the door and saw aiden bending down towards Leo, patted him, saying “still remember me, not bad.”

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.