Gulity Crown Novels & Stories

She chuckles, “Yeah, Seb’s a good teacher… Now, if you could just control yourselves around each other, you might learn faster…” He winks at her, “Maybe.” She smirks, “But Honey, where’s the fun in that? I hate behaving.” He starts to lead her down the stairs again, and just like last time, George is waiting in his uniform, but with an added long black crushed velvet cloak with a white fur trim, and a golden crown. The crown is a broad band that circles his head with six short points, each with an oval cabochon of onyx surrounded by small square cut emeralds set in the broad part near the band.

Never! He smiled with a proud glint in his eye as she lifted her head. One of the attendants offered a rough-looking black circular crown, the top spike in the center adorned with a massive black gemstone. Around the circlet's base are four long horn-like thorns. Nothing about the crown screamed glamor; everything about it roared status and dominance.

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

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.

At the room’s center stood a raised platform, and upon it, a pedestal. And on that pedestal, something glowed. Elior stepped forward, his breath caught in his throat. It was a crown. Not like the one he carried, the First Crown, bound in iron and restraint. This one was different. It shimmered with a faint, otherworldly light, its silver surface untouched by age. At its center, embedded in the metal, was a single blue gemstone that pulsed like a heartbeat. Myrra inhaled sharply. “The Second Crown.”

When Vexon stood up, I was so nervous. A blonde guy brought a crown. All gasped as its beauty; it was full of diamonds and ruby stones. I was awestruck at the marvelous crown. "I designed this crown for my Mafia Gladiolus Queen. It has ruby stones in it, which would represent that she's the only queen of the ling. And she has every right on him," Vexon breathed out and took the crown. I was so surprised. He put the crown on my head. "And I want to say, my queen, you look so beautiful. My eyes never left you, ever since I saw you. I love you," Vexon confessed, which instantly melted my heart.

Only Caelan Frost could call a royal relic inadequate. Clara noticed the movement. “What is that on your hand?” Marcus seized my wrist before I could pull away. The grip bit hard enough to bruise, but his attention had already fixed on the ruby and the Frost Dragon crest etched along the band. For a brief moment, doubt crossed his face. “A good imitation.” Clara latched on to that answer with relief. “Yes. Of course. It has to be fake.” Marcus turned the ring on my finger, his thumb scraping over the crest.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

“I refuse… wait. The Crown Princess is bound to which House?” Owen’s confident expression shattered. Disbelief spread across his face. The entire hall fell silent. Curious gazes shifted back and forth between the two of us. Whispers quickly spread among the nobles. “What just happened? I thought the princess was choosing Owen. She’s been so attentive to him these past months.” “Did the High Cleric read the decree wrong?” I shook my head calmly. “He did not. The man I chose is Sebastian.”

With that, William's crew had the whole banquet hall on lockdown. The guests who had been sneering at me were then as quiet as mice. Nolan's Underboss, Mike, reached for his gun but got knocked out cold by a swift blow from one of William's guys. "Nolan Winston," said William, calm and collected, "you've insulted my most precious person. By Vincent family law, you've got to pay in blood." Nolan was sweating bullets but tried to keep his cool. "William, this is Italvia, not your Northland turf. The Winstons have run this place for three generations. You can't touch me."