Gulity Crown Novels & Stories

I rasped, And tried to sit up, "Underwater and I guess I got jolted by a forbidden crown." "Forbidden crown?" Kylie asked with humor in her voice but a bit of relief on her face. "that's the best I can come up with." I managed to say, "seeing as they don't want us possessing their damned crown. Nearly just ended my precious life simply because I touched it." Kylie's brows drew together as she turned to look at the crown. It still lay on the crown, it's pulse, larger than life, even though it was incomplete. "No, I don't think it's wary of our possession." Kylie whispered, her eyes now super fixed on the crown fragment. Her skin had grown suddenly pale and clammy, and her lips trembled.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

Aren’t there other heads and elders in this school? “When I said that you will state your name and faction, you will do, because right now,” Caleb pointed to the tip of his katana; my eyes widened, the smell of rose, and that purple-colored liquid on the tip, its poisoned katana. Am I just thinking things? “We will always find ways to know every one of you, from your strength up to your weakness, even your lights out, we are under your nose, without you even knowing, now, all of you will state your name and factions,”

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”

It always does. A courier sloop slid up on our starboard quarter around first light, white, handkerchief tidy, hull meaner than her paint. She raised a trumpet and a writ together, the way men do who believe sound and ink are twin weapons. "Ship Gilded Wraith," the trumpet announced, voice too pleased with its own posture. "By order of Conclave, the Crown, and House Morcant." "That's too many fathers for one sentence," Jas muttered. "You are commanded to heave to and receive inspection and arrest writs for persons named herein."

They said the Saint had awoken. Inside the grand temple, Elysia waited behind the doors. Her body still ached from the ceremony. The burn beneath her skin had quieted, but the gold in her veins refused to fade; it shimmered faintly through the thin linen of her sleeves. Attendants moved around her in silence, adjusting the folds of her robe. The fabric was white and impossibly soft, threaded with dust-fine strands of gold that caught each movement like flame. When they set the crystal circlet upon her head, the weight of it pressed against her temples like a crown of heat.

A dumb reason to be annoyed but who cared anymore? I stared into Dustin’s eyes as he approached. He stopped beside me and turned away, his hands resting on the railing. My gaze dropped to his stiff shoulders under the white button-down shirt he was wearing. His coat was nowhere in sight. He seemed to have ended the party before it began. Slowly, my gaze rose to his head where a big crown rested. Golden in color and adorned with tiny blue jewels. Unlike me, his crown didn’t even budge as he turned his head to look at me. This reminded me of what Eliana had said—the crown never wavers if you have the will to hold it and those who don’t want it, the crown doesn’t want them either.

Everyone elegantly adjusted their luxurious attire, eagerly watching the doors of the hall. Standing at the back of the crowd, the first thing I saw was the incredibly shiny crown. It was a crown made of nothing but rubies and gold. Under the illumination of the crystal chandeliers, it was so magnificent that it was unbelievable. The central ruby on the crown was as large as a stone. The light it reflected exuded a fiery hue.

I suppressed the chuckle that threatened to slip past my lips. Kaizen was seated at the head of the table, his regal presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The crown on his head caught my attention. The crown was a work of art, crafted from the finest gold and adorned with intricate designs and precious stones. As he turned his head, the light caught the jewels, sending shimmering beams of color cascading around the room. The crown fitted him perfectly, the metal curved to fit the contours of his skull, the weight distributed evenly across his brow. He looked up as I entered and called out to me, beckoning me to come and sit next to him. I felt a wave of anger rise within