Ghost With Crown Novels & Stories

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.

Knight POV I was staying as a guest at King Cedric Thornhelm's palace in Thornwick Village when Garrick, my right-hand man, entered the room. "My prince," he greeted with a slight bow. "Any news?" "King Cedric has agreed to partner with the King, but on one condition." I looked up at him. "Which is?" I asked. "Weapons would be supplied in exchange for rice," Garrick replied. "Hmm. Very tough man," I said, a small smile tugging at one side of my mouth.

'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.

Inside the trench, floating just above the stones, was a single object. A crown. Not of gold or jewels, but of bone and iron and blood. The Vestige leader pointed one skeletal finger at it. “The Crown of the Firstborn,” he intoned. “Claim it, and you claim dominion over what lies beyond the Door. Claim it, and you become the heir not just of Guardians... but of the Forgotten Kings.” I felt Maxwell stiffen beside me. Barin swore under his breath. Nima made a sound like a choked sob. Because we all understood. The war wasn’t just about surviving the First Door.

Ghosts of the Crown The silence in the city was not peaceful—it was the kind that screamed under the skin. Cradle’s breath caught as she stared up at the statue, horror blooming like frost across her spine. The carving of her severed head in Kael’s hands wasn’t just a warning. It was a memory. Or worse… a prophecy. Kael stood frozen before the monument. His jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack. The crown carved onto his stone head wasn’t the one from the Lycan throne room. This crown was older, jagged, like it had been forged from broken blades.

“You okay?” She didn’t answer, Because her body was humming, The crown was near, And it was calling her name, The ruin's staircase had collapsed in several places, forcing them to descend using threads of moonlight Liora bent into steps with a flick of her fingers. Aria followed cautiously. Sera brought up the rear, blades drawn, still not fully trusting what Liora had become, They reached the inner sanctum. Black stone. Silver dust. And at its center: an altar of ribs, Upon it sat a crown unlike anything forged by mortal hands. No jewels. No gold. No adornment, Just twisted bone and shimmering flame locked in a loop of endless motion, The Crown of the Hollow Flame Aria fell to her knees.

One under each crest. "Blood. It wants our blood." She unwrapped her hand. The cut from their oath was still bleeding a little. Damien did the same. They pressed their palms to the prints. Nothing. Then the door shuddered. Something inside started grinding and clicking. The door swung open. Inside was just a small room. Empty except for one thing. A pedestal. And on top, a single object. A crown. Black metal. Old as hell. Covered in weird symbols. "The Silent Crown," Celeste whispered.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

Like a normal human being my first instinct was to cover my eyes with my left hand because of sudden wave of light that I wasn’t ready for. Couple of seconds later I knitted my eyebrow and slowly lowered my hand and peeked through, I saw a slender fingered young women standing in door frame weaning a royal pure golden colored hand stitched gown, her honey blonde hair were neatly tied up on her head in bun while her face looked young oval shape face looked enchanting, a feather like smile was playing on her tainted red lips however what disturbed me most was when I saw a young human fetus blue colored ghost clinging to her left foot from behind while around four male ghost and three female gh

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.