Gulity Crown Novels & Stories

Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty. I slowly walked up the stone platform, not even sparing Alexander a glance as I stopped. His expression was tight. "What are you doing, Ivy?" I looked up, my voice ringing clear across the entire square as I said, "I refuse to recognize Lucas Gowling as the successor of the Graystone pack."

Kaelen looked at her. Really looked at her. For the first time since finding him, she saw tears shining in his eyes. "You don't understand." His voice cracked. "The crown isn't choosing you." The Bone Crown pulsed violently against her skull. The reaction felt almost angry. Almost defensive. Kaelen pointed directly at it. "That's not a gift." The creature watched in silence. Interested. Patient. Waiting to see what happened next. Kaelen swallowed hard. "It's a key." The words landed like a punch.

“Sir… are you sure you want to use these people?” Karl didn’t answer. The screen shifted to a 3D-enhanced scan that peeled back earth like gauze. Chambers sequenced into view: vaults and galleries; crate stacks with no markings; bars and coins that history had tried to launder. Light caught on a crown nested in velvet—the Irish Crown Jewels. Another flare like caged lightning—the Florentine Diamond. Near the centre, stretched across a crate like a predator at rest, a compact, unmistakable silhouette:

I say each name carefully, the way Queen Alara taught me with the old words — letting the name take up the space in the room that the person used to take up. I tell them about the marking ceremony. About the Consort. About the king that I changed the law to prevent the crown from requiring — because the crown requires competence and will and blood, not a specific gender attached to all three. Kael, sitting in the front row with Marcus beside him, does not react when I say this. He already knew. The lack of reaction is itself a kind of reaction — the specific stillness of a man who has made his peace with being beside something rather than in front of it, and finds the view considerably bette

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!"

the grand duke reassured Elen, taking her hand and fastening the necklace around her neck. Elen examined the necklace carefully. The pendant, in the shape of a teardrop, was made of high-quality diamond, and she could feel the power emanating from it. It was simple yet elegant, and the weight of the pendant brought her a sense of comfort as she grasped it, finding relief in the protection it seemed to promise. "Thank you, Grand Duke. This means a lot to me," Elen expressed her gratitude, her voice filled with relief as she felt the comforting weight of the necklace.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

The golden lines that trace his suit lighten, and Hannah notices the sapphire ring that belongs to the Palace of Norway, which she noticed that was wore to the workers. “It’s nice to see you all. I am Butler John.” She looked at the man beside him. She arched her brows. The man looked too young to be the prince that they were talking about being wed. He was like, around her age. This must be the younger brother. His features, however, are similar to the current queen. He has an androgynous face where soft features that were pasted on the hard, prominent jaw. He was wearing an all-black suit with a long coat that complemented his grey eyes. The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned o