Full Cast High Noble Metal Crown Novels & Stories

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

It made this moment even more intense and important, but it was a quick kiss. Victor pulled away and then reached out and took my crown, which is made of gold, with black details and red stones. The base of it is made of gold, with a black material and on top of the material there are gold carvings that resemble leaves, in vintage style, and 10 small stones adorning this part. Above there is a division in gold, where the tips resemble leaves, then next to the black part, there are gold notches that resemble wings and 5 more medium-sized stones are surrounded by gold details. Going up, there are five points, which resemble bat wings, and on the main point, there is a flower carved in gold and

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

Bring forth the Royal Sovereign Jewels, Thorne commanded, stepping to the center of the dais with a massive velvet cushion bearing the ancient crown of solid silver and iron, glowing with a fierce, majestic light under the chandeliers. Dominic reached down, lifting the crown. He turned to Valerie, his dark eyes burning with a deep, possessive pride. It is time, my Queen. Let the world see who rules them. Valerie smiled, but before Dominic could place the crown on her head, she reached into the deep pocket of her ceremonial gown. She pulled out a small, metallic object, an old, heavily scratched, and scarred stethoscope, its rubber tubing worn down from her years of working in the dark dirt o

The hallway outside was crowded. Servants whispered excitedly, and elders smiled among themselves. The door opened, and the pack healer stepped outside. His face was brighter than I’d ever seen it. “Congratulations, Alpha. The Moon Goddess has blessed the pack. She is carrying your heir.” He announced. For one heartbeat, the entire world became perfectly still. Then cheers erupted around me. The elders clapped each other on the shoulders. Servants laughed through happy tears. Warriors lifted their fists in celebration. “Our future Alpha!”

“Do you accept the burden of Luna—not as decoration, but as shield?” Her voice did not tremble. “I accept.” The elder nodded solemnly. The simple silver tiara was gently removed from her head. For a moment, her hair fell freely around her shoulders. Then another elder stepped forward holding the crown. It was not subtle. Large. Diamond-studded. Silver and white gold intertwined like vines, the central stone catching the moonlight in a blaze of brilliance. A symbol not of beauty—but of power. As it was lowered onto her head, a murmur rippled through the gathered crowd.

And for a few fragile hours, it almost succeeded. Gregory Forstfang stood upon the raised dais as the final rites were spoken, his posture flawless, his expression carved into something unreadable and cold. He wore the crown as though it had always belonged to him—dark metal etched with runes old as the Fenraen themselves—and the formal mantle of kingship draped his shoulders with ceremonial weight. A temporary spell lay over him like a second skin, carefully woven by the High Priestess at his side, its magic subtle and precise. Where corruption had crept like black fire along his neck and jaw, the spell smoothed flesh and shadow alike, hiding the truth beneath an illusion of unblemished ski

From the shadows of the Spire's arched doorway, Varkas emerged. The Elder walked onto the balcony, his pristine white mantle trailing behind him, flanked by a dozen Refined Enforcers in their iridescent suits. Varkas carried a cushion of woven hard-light silk. Resting on the cushion was the Crown of the Iron Barrens—a delicate, breathtaking circlet forged from pure kinetic silver and inlaid with glowing pink hard-light crystals. Varkas stopped beside Jack. He looked out over the sea of kneeling, pacified men, his steel eyes gleaming with absolute, total victory.

Alarm flashed across her face. "No." Even the creature reacted. Its massive body shifted protectively toward Lyra. The reaction confused her. Why were they all afraid of the Crown? The answer came seconds later. The fragments rose into the air. Slowly. Silently. Pieces of silver bone floating above the snow. Light spilled from them. Not silver now. Gold. A warm, radiant gold unlike anything Lyra had seen before. The darkness beyond the gate became still. The giant eye widened. The Empty King stared.