Gulity Crown Novels & Stories

And there was going to be butchery enough here. The crown was called so on account of the six retractable bolts affixed to its metal headband. Geraldine watched the rookie place it around Eddie’s temple. It was a one-size-fits-all apparatus, so little maneuvering was required. The five of them returned to the cabinet, faced it, and saw the five red switches along its lower sill.

But he had left something behind. In the center of the square, on the altar where the rejection had happened, was a new item. A crown made of silver-glass and black fire. "The Crown of the Eleventh Cycle," the Chronicler’s voice whispered from the air. "The one Jackson was trying to forge with your son’s light." Eryx walked to the crown, his crimson eyes narrowing. "What do we do with it, Darlene?"

The crowner walked towards us and bowed to both of us. "As of today, I have been invited by the Alpha to do what my ancestors have always done and has been passed down to me over the years." The crowner began and signaled to his servant to bring the crown which was made of raw gold and was glittering even in the dark while it rested on the pillow. "Finally, my girl is turning into a woman." Nolly laughed out loud. "And that is why I will ask this question to everyone standing right here." The crowner looked around.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

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.

He said that he has made a drawing inside his mind that how should it looks like. Not long after the Drums changed their beats. Everyone starts looking toward the golden door from where I came in. There was Iron Coyote, He was holding Something in his hand covered with a beautiful gold thread made the cover...As he moved closer he stopped and reveal what he was holding. The crown that I am to wear is revealed to my eyes. It is a great, tall crystal headdress that matches my wedding outfit. Rows of crystal stick straight up in the air, and even more dangle from those. It's truly the most beautiful thing. The jewel was antique. I have never seen anything as beautiful as this...I bend down to l

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,”

Nolan was right there beside her, casually sipping wine, his eyes fixed on me with a smirk. "Look who it is, our very own Donna," he teased. Mike, the Winston family's Underboss and Nolan's right-hand man, let out a whistle. "Nice get-up. What's this, The Pity Act 2.0?" I brushed off their taunts and stood before Nolan. "The money?" I asked, my hand outstretched, voice barely steady. Nolan gave his wine glass a lazy swirl. "What's the hurry? Forgot how things work around here?"