Gulity Crown Novels & Stories

I don’t believe I have smelled anything more exotic. Lunari. He sat without bowing. Without speaking. As though he had always belonged at that table. My skin burned, then my wrist started to throb beneath her cuff. I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. My wrist felt like they were on fire. I glanced down and froze. 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.

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

After all, it had over a hundred gems on it and was made of pure gold. He turned to look at Gale. "It's yours, Galey." The two of them faced each other. Shawn slowly lifted the crown and tried to put it on her head. Gale's clothes suited the crown very well. However, just as the crown was about to touch her head, Gale took a step back. She would not wear it. She wanted to show that she really did not want it. The Heart of the Sea was like a curse. Gale would never dare to wear it, nor did she want to!

The woman smugly smirked and gestured for the group to follow her, leading them towards a glass display case. Inside, Maria saw a sparkling green and pastel pink round crown embedded with colorful gems; the gold sun-shaped base in the middle had a large pink star-shaped crystal in the center. The shards' edges that jutted out at the top were each tipped with a white pearl. The star in the center twinkled, emitting a bright glow. "The Fairy Queen's Crown. It grants the user potent healing powers. There are very few that exist, and only a limited number of people can afford such a rare beauty," boasted Layla, pointing to the price tag that was displayed underneath.

The man scrambled to open the box, placing it on the table. In it was a crown. The crown was made entirely of gold and encrusted with various gems. One of the gems was a fiery red color, emitting an exquisite scarlet glow. Wilbur scanned the crown with his spirit energy, and it lit up at once. He picked the crown up, taking a closer look at it. The man blinked nervously, clearly caught off guard by how carelessly Wilbur was handling the crown. A while later, Wilbur looked up. "I'll take it. I'll help you with whatever you want after I'm done."

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

My brows furrowed as I watch Mina at the monitor in front of me-- She was walking with a sword and a book in her hand, wearing a red cape and a crown looking beautiful and dominant on her behalf--- The crowd clap their hands as Mina walk the aisle, not smiling. I watch as she walks near the platform-- how the people stare in awe and admiration. I don't get it, all of it-- not until the priest started the ceremony. "We are gathered here today to witnessed the passing of crown to the firstborn of Moreiti's as part of the ritual over generations-- I am here by the power and rights vested upon and in accordance to the law and order of the Moreiti mafia." The priest started, he then held the swor

“The crown is mine.” I bent a little lower eyeing the way she held him, placing his head on her laps. I ignored their display for an instant, squatting down to grasp the blood coated crown. The piece was an original gold one, with ten slops around it and by the sides were transparent pearls forming a bridge at the start of each slops. “Could someone get a friggin’ fucking ambulance or do you want your new King to be marked as a murderer?!” I suddenly yelled, bringing out a white handkerchief from the breast pocket of my suit. Erasing the stains of blood from the part of the crown it touched, I positioned it on my head.

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.