Full Cast High Noble Metal Crown Novels & Stories

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.

He made no effort to wipe them away. Ravyn offered his hand. Caelian took it and rose. The circlet was brought forward on a dark cushion by the master of ceremonies. It was lighter than the old state crowns, white gold worked in clean lines, set with dark stones that caught the candlelight without flashing. Ravyn took it himself. He did not make Caelian kneel. He simply lifted the circlet and set it on Caelian’s dark hair with a care that silenced the nearest rows all over again. When his hands fell away, the Queen of Eldoria stood beside the King under the full weight of the hall’s attention, eyes still wet, the new metal cool against his brow.

She couldn’t see the Elder’s face beneath his hood, but she sensed a wave of approval coming off him. Nodding, he gestured for her to bow. Bending her knees, she held the curtsey. Goosebumps flushed her skin as he revealed a golden crown. It had six leaf prongs weaving upward, two at each side, one at the back, and one that would align perfectly with her forehead. The band was lined with diamonds and hecatolites that gave off a subtle glow.

He turned, presenting two identical crowns carved from a seamless blend of volcanic obsidian and pure mainland silver. Vance lifted the first crown, placing it lightly upon Natalia's silver-white braids. He then lifted the second, placing it upon Dmitry's brow. The moment the twin crowns settled, Natalia and Dmitry reached out, locking their fingers together, their palms pressing the silver scars of their blood-tie firmly against one another. A violent, breathtaking shockwave of raw, golden light exploded from the balcony.

Blair handed the flowers to Mable and lowered his head to give her a deep kiss. “They’re beautiful.” Mable held the flowers and asked, “But why does this crown look so familiar…?” After a pause, she suddenly remembered. “This crown is the Eternal Love, right?” Eternal Love was the masterpiece of Monafett’s renowned jewelry designer, Ricky. He had spent his entire life designing crowns for royalty and nobility, and this particular crown had a history of more than two hundred years. Mable had seen this crown at an auction before. It was rumored to have sold to a private collector for five hundred million.

The kind that wasn’t about humor at all. Garrick returned minutes later, carrying a black case burned at the edges like it had survived fire. He didn’t speak. Just opened it. Inside was a crown. Moon-forged silver, twisted like vines under a winter sky. Dark obsidian veins ran through it like cracks of night trapped in metal. Not delicate. Not ornamental. A weapon in disguise. A symbol. Damon stared at it. For the first time since the fight, he looked uncertain. “That,” he said slowly, “is not subtle.”

The cheering was almost deafening as they walked in and she gasped at the way the light filled the room, setting a sparkle in every jewel and a shine in every golden finish in the room. Tom and Rex stood at the front of the great hall with four attendants, two on each side. One bore a pillow with rings on top of them. Another held a golden crown inlaid with jewels of various colors. Another held a silver crown decorated with diamonds. Daphne recognized the two crowns as the crowns King Dean and Luna Sabina wore in their portraits. The fourth servant held a pillow with a jeweled orb on a pillow. Tom wore a long robe trimmed in gold and silver while Rex wore a nicely cut suit.

"But yes, I am leaving. Not because I want to, but because the multiverse needs what I have become." "That is not fair," Elena said, tears streaming down her face. "You fought so hard to save us. You should get to enjoy what you built." "Life is not about enjoying what we build. It is about building things for others to enjoy." I knelt to her level, my cosmic form adjusting to mortal scale. "But I will carry every memory of you, every moment of courage you showed, everywhere I go." "Promise?" "I promise." The coronation ceremony was hastily arranged but no less meaningful for its speed. Luna stood before the assembled nobles and commoners, wearing the ancient Moonspire crown that had been hi

Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass. Sebastian let out a short, contemptuous laugh. His polished, hand-made leather shoe came down, pinning Lorenzo’s palm to the floor with agonizing precision. "The head of the family? Lorenzo, you seem to have forgotten who anointed you to that seat. In this city, what I bestow, I can reclaim whenever I please." Pinned and helpless, Lorenzo twisted his head, staring up at me with eyes saturated in pure venom. "Joanna, you make me sick. I can't believe how fast you crawled into the Don’s bed."

"Emma, this predates the First King. This is from the Age of the Stars, before the brothers ever fell to the earth." We reached the central sanctum. In the center of the room was a pedestal, and atop it sat a crown made of "Starlight-Iron"—a metal that seemed to flicker in and out of existence. Beside the crown was a projection of a woman who looked exactly like me, save for the fact that her eyes were a brilliant, untarnished gold.