Full Cast High Noble Metal Crown Novels & Stories

She chuckles, “Yeah, Seb’s a good teacher… Now, if you could just control yourselves around each other, you might learn faster…” He winks at her, “Maybe.” She smirks, “But Honey, where’s the fun in that? I hate behaving.” He starts to lead her down the stairs again, and just like last time, George is waiting in his uniform, but with an added long black crushed velvet cloak with a white fur trim, and a golden crown. The crown is a broad band that circles his head with six short points, each with an oval cabochon of onyx surrounded by small square cut emeralds set in the broad part near the band.

Nevertheless, Isla didn’t react and just stood straight as the creepy Old lady poured a slick liquid on her hands and a bit on her head. The Old lady then gave the plate to a maid beside her— Andrea specifically, and then the phenomenal piece was brought into view on a decorated platform — A glistening crown of gold, sapphire, diamonds, pearls and rubies. The crowd marveled at the sight and I was forced to join them as the crown was a chic masterpiece. Compared to what the Luna was wearing, Isla’s crown was on another level of magnificence. The metal-smiths and Jewelers must have put in days of work to achieve such sparkling perfection.

My gaze flickered to the side of the hall where the household staff usually gathered. She was nowhere to be found. I forced myself to focus as my mother picked up the crown. It was a heavy thing, crafted from dark iron and embedded with emeralds that matched my eyes. It wasn't delicate; it was a weapon in the form of jewelry. “Rowan Howard,” she whispered, her eyes meeting mine. “Do you swear to protect the weak, to punish the traitor, and to lead this pack into the light, even at the cost of your own life?”

"I don't know which irresponsible guy got the jewelry box wrong. Now, let's see the real gift." As the box was fully opened, the lights dimmed and the crown appeared before the crowd. The crown is made of platinum and studded with more than 100 cut diamonds of various sizes and shapes, totaling 80 carats. When our father twirled the crown, it shone brightly, like the stars in the sky. It was amazing. The beauty of the crown caught everyone's eye. Everyone held their breath until our father put the crown on Stella. The crown fell on her head like a ray of starlight from the sky.

It was just as delicious, and once you took a sniff, you quickly became hooked and killed without realizing it. She glanced at them, a smirk stretching over her bow-shaped lips that seemed to have been colored with something bolder and darker than blood, and her eyes glittered with a predator's gleam. She watched them more like prey and pawns than her people. “All hail the Luna!” They fell to their knees and bowed until their foreheads touched the glossy black floor tiles at the thunderous and unrestrained order, hailing the powerful Luna. She watched them with thrill, and as she laughed, the esoteric and sinister sound reverberated throughout her royal chamber. After all, that was where the

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The forge ignited a gold flame rising high. John cried out as the mark on his chest pulsed violently. His knees buckled. Sarah grabbed his hand, grounding him. The crown sank into the molten pool and began to change. From the forge rose something new. Dark, elegant. The metal wove together like light and shadow, the true crown, the way it was meant to be. Callen’s voice was barely a whisper. “Wear it.” John reached for the crown, he paused, looked at Sarah, she nodded once, eyes glassy but proud.

And yet not. She looked like a queen. I felt insane pride, my lips twitching at intervals. The new crown waited upon a velvet cushion before the coronation chair. No one had dared reuse the former queen’s. No one trusted what darkness might have been woven into it. This one was entirely new—crafted of white gold, rising in sharp, elegant peaks like frozen flames. At its center sat a large oval moonstone, glowing faintly from within. Smaller sapphires ringed its base, and etched along the inner rim were protective runes, visible only when the light struck at certain angles.

Then, slowly, he tilted his head, the motion deliberate, and his eyes burning with the fire of centuries of restraint met mine. "From a blade forged not by mortal hands," he said, low and slow, each word a growl that vibrated through the room. "Silver." The word hung between us, sharp and metallic, more venom than sound. "They tried to end me," he continued, his voice hushed now, yet threaded with something harder, darker, a fire tempered by time. "And they failed. But the wound... it never fades. It burns, even now."

"Actually, not enough. I brought something to add to the look" One of the soldiers followed him into the room with a large box. I just look at him, confused. He pulls the top of the box off, and I gasp. There, on a purple velvet pillow, is a delicate and intricate platinum crown with diamonds and moonstones. "I had this made the first week the ceremony started. I wanted to give it to you when you were announced as Luna Queen. You couldn't be here for that, but you can wear it now as you take back what is yours".