Glintstone Crown Location Novels & Stories

He inserted it into the center of the stone. The door groaned open. Inside was a chamber unlike anything Lily had ever seen. It wasn’t just a hidden room, it was a vault of knowledge, a sanctuary of forgotten power. Scrolls floated in midair. Ancient tomes lined the walls. Symbols glowed on the floor in a circular pattern, and at the center stood a pedestal carved from obsidian. Resting on it… was a single crown. But it was not Alistair’s. This one shimmered with unnatural light, woven with silver and embedded with three black diamonds that pulsed with dark energy.

Spread across its surface were more items recovered from the hidden chamber beneath the Graystone manor: ancient maps, scrolls, and most strikingly, a small wooden box inlaid with moonstone and silver. "We found this in a secondary chamber that only revealed itself after the ley lines were restored," Jacob explained, gesturing to the box. "It was sealed with blood magic; we couldn't open it until we returned to pack territory." Alpha Logan looked up as we entered. "The box contained this," he said, carefully unwrapping a cloth to reveal a delicate silver circlet set with four distinct stones: moonstone, amber, jade, and a deep blue sapphire. "A crown," I breathed, recognition instant and bon

It didn’t welcome us. Until I touched the final gate. Then it opened like a blooming flower of stone. Inside, the Sanctum was… breathtaking. An underground temple carved from crystal and moonstone. Columns shaped like wolves. Pools of starlight that shimmered with forgotten magic. At its center—a throne. Empty. But waiting. I stepped closer. Runes lit up across the floor, following my steps. The Luna Crown hovered above the throne—silver flame, not metal, spun in delicate loops. As I approached, it pulsed like it recognized me.

"Kelly's gone. The Crown's a time bomb. We're not chasing ghosts." Selene smirked. "Speak for yourself. My scouts found something in the Shattered Wastes. A temple, buried under the glass. Its walls are covered in the same spiral as your precious Crown." Eden's veins prickled. The Crown flared, casting jagged shadows. *"Go,"* Nythra's voice hummed. *"See what they hid from you."* --- **THE SHATTERED WASTES**

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

What would it be a good idea for me to do about them? I turn my head to see a glimmer of metal concealed at the foundation of a thick bush. Strolling over, I dive around in the passes to track down a crown with a throbbing, ruby-red precious stone at its highest point. I get it, feeling the weight and surface just to observe that this is… a similar crown. Where did I by any chance pass on it regardless? I realize I was holding it in the center of the palace, however, I remember nothing after that. One thing is without a doubt, I positively didn't put it here.

Only the strong. And she would learn what strength truly meant. ********************** In the chapel below, Lucien stood before the altar, hands folded. The golden reliquary rested on the stone table before him, glowing faintly. When he placed the silver coin against it, both lights pulsed at once, one gold, one silver. For an instant, they merged into white. He smiled faintly. “So she hears you already.” Then he extinguished the last candle and whispered a prayer that no saint would ever claim.

Tonight was supposed to be the first calm Friday in forever: no revenants, no Hollow Choir remnants, no oni trying to drag me into a drinking contest under the bleachers. I’m in my room, door locked, chemistry notes spread out like a losing battle. I’m re-drawing the same Vinča symbol on my palm for the 2,114th time (healing wipes it clean every morning, same old routine). Then the bloodstone cracks. A tiny, perfect fracture right down the center. A single drop of liquid starlight (not blood) beads up and rolls down my forehead onto my open textbook. The Crown HUD flickers once. CROWN INTEGRITY: 10 / 47

Instead, he jumped back to the balcony. I heard him take the stairs, each step pounding faster, harder, closer. “Damn it,” I hissed, forcing myself upward. I was taking a short cut so there was no way I could let him reach the crown first! The air around me grew hotter, humming with strange energy as I pulled myself over the ledge and rolled onto the twelfth floor. And there it was. The crown. It stood on a raised platform at the center of the vast hall, glowing like molten honey, its gold surface pulsing with light. The floor beneath it shimmered like liquid glass, bending the reflection of everything around it.