Gulity Crown Novels & Stories

All three of them shifted their attention to the field. Cyan threw away Guren's crown she had in hand, diverting the three's gazes once again. They, who thought it was the same crown they were holding, loosened their grip for a moment. And Cyan used that brief moment to grab Lazul's crown with both hands, bringing it down to Guren's head. Lazul and Delaney attempted to pull it away immediately upon realizing it, but it was all too late. The crown had lit up, to inform it already had another owner, and thus—

His jaw was tight, and he looked annoyed, like he wanted to walk over there and rip out Jeremy’s throat. “Not guilty, your highness,” Jeremy replied, standing up and looking over at me like I was a piece of dirt. I refused to look away; he can’t hit me now. Not when the whole Moon Council was staring at him, and it would only prove that he was guilty.

Kael protested. "You need titles for formal occasions," she insisted. "Traditional or innovative?" Through the bond, we considered. "The Broken Crown," Lyra said suddenly. "That is what we are. Five pieces of what should be singular authority, shattered and reformed into something new." Silence. Then slow nods. "The Broken Crown," Queen Elara repeated, testing the phrase. "The Council of Five, known as the Broken Crown. I approve." She stood, and the Court stood with her.

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

she informed while forming the another magic to her. A glazing fire rush to her crown, but it wasn’t effective enough to get really burned. The red pearls on it was trying to turn into a shield for this crown comes from the ritual that keep the strength of their royalty secure. “So, were you really curing the people who are deadly sick?” The woman asked while getting a close pace to her. She suddenly get her crown that she slowly picked all the pearls on it.

Archer's father comes and stands around us to stand in front of his son and his mother does the same to stand in front of me. I glance down and see each of them holding a soft cashmere pillow with the new royal crowns atop them. I gasp lightly with how beautiful they are, and I look up to meet Archer's mom's tearful gaze. " There's no one else more deserving of this crown, hola. Rule alongside my son and keep him humble. I nod, my own eyes teary as she places the crown on my head. My crown was designed with my name intricately woven into the diamond stones emblem, rose gold framing that is molded to look like wild vines adorned with more diamonds.

His imperial crown sat perfectly on his head, demonstrating his importance and status. It had white fur lining, which supported the solid gold frame that had aquamarine stones dotted around the core before growing into a solid gold cross in the centre. Two studded arches rose from the sides of the gold frame, meeting in the centre of the cross. The crown was finalised with aquamarine lining from the gold frame up to the centre of the cross. He looked magnificent… breathtaking. His eyes fixated on mine and I almost choked on my own breath, taking in all his glory. How was he mine? I felt my knees go weak as I admired him across the room.

When she opens it and takes out its contents, I feel a strange twinge in my gut at the sight of the Lycan Crown resting in her hands. The crown is a beautiful piece of pure gold craftsmanship, crusted with gems and tufted with wolf’s fur. But I don’t have time to dwell on it for too long before my mother sets it back down in the open box and gestures towards the seat at the head of the table. I take the seat reluctantly and look around expectantly as everyone else sits down at the table.