Full Cast High Noble Metal Crown Novels & Stories

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

I looked up and admired the Hall. The summit was being held in the Hall of Accord. The Hall of Accord stood like a crown upon the brow of the city, a towering bastion of stone and ancient craftsmanship. Its sheer size dwarfed the surrounding buildings, each of its walls forged from colossal slabs of granite veined with silver and obsidian, shimmering faintly in the sun. Spires pierced the sky like the spears of titans, while vast banners emblazoned with the sigils of long-forgotten kings and enduring alliances fluttered high above the battlements. Massive archways, wide enough for a war host to pass through, marked the hall’s entrances, their keystones carved with runes older than the city

Something in his eyes, anticipation, perhaps, or nervousness… made me turn to face him fully. “What’s that?” I asked, nodding toward the box. Instead of answering, he stepped forward and lifted the lid. My hand flew to my mouth, a small gasp escaping before I could catch it. Nestled on black velvet lay a delicate crown, not the heavy, ostentatious thing I’d imagined when he mentioned royal regalia, but something ethereal and perfect. White gold twisted into intricate patterns that reminded me of moonlight on water, with moonstones scattered throughout like stars in a night sky.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

For once, I did not try to make myself appear smaller. Greta adjusted the fabric over my shoulder and smiled at my reflection. “You look like a Luna.” “I am a Luna.” Her smile widened. “Exactly.” On the vanity rested the ceremonial crown. It was not delicate. Ironclaw did not create delicate things. The crown was made of dark silver, shaped like two wolves facing each other beneath a crescent moon. Small black stones had been set into the metal, catching the morning light. I lifted it carefully. My hands trembled.

A tense silence settled over the Grand Hall as the crimson glow surrounding the Blood Crown grew brighter. The ancient jewels embedded within its black metal frame pulsed like living hearts, casting rippling scarlet light across the chamber. Every noble remained frozen where they stood, their eyes fixed on the crown resting upon Lucien’s head. No one had witnessed such a phenomenon in centuries, and even the oldest members of the court looked as though they had stepped into a forgotten legend.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

the shaman said, and the crowd cheered. The High Council head, Herbert, strode toward us, head high, his helpers carrying two crowns on pillows. The crowns were simple, forged from steel — but these ancient pieces of iron had belonged to the very first royals of the North, and they were priceless. The moment the crown settled on my head, I felt different — stronger, more powerful, sharper. I could see Leona felt the same, lifting her chin high, basking in the glory. “Hail to the King and Queen of the North!” Herbert exclaimed, and everyone bowed low.

Hallow stepped forward, bearing a plush, crimson velvet cushion holding twin sovereign coronets—crafted of dark, forged dragon-steel intertwined with polished silver starlight-iron. Cassian reached out, taking the slender, radiant silver crown. He turned to Kira, his gaze burning with intense pride and devotion, and placed it gently upon her luminous, starlight-woven hair. Kira reached up, her fingers light and precise, setting the heavier dragon-steel crown upon Cassian’s brow. Together, they turned as one to face the assembly as co-sovereigns, officially uniting the Eastern Citadel and the Northern Royal territories under a single, invincible realm.

In fact, I could even see her shoulders shaking slightly from fear. Those who had ignored my suffering and allowed me to be bullied were now looking at me with fanatic reverence. I felt nothing but calm. This was what power felt like. It did not erase wounds, but it made sure nobody who once hurt me could ever reach me again. Respect was never something one could beg for. We reached the top of the platform. Jamie took the crown from Aiden. It was made of moonstone and silver. It looked simple, but it radiated a gentle and holy light under the moonlight.