Gulity Crown Novels & Stories

He was probably an animal! He must have taken advantage of how ignorant the beautiful girl was and got her through malicious methods. A group of men whined about how they weren't as lucky to have met someone as adorable as Ginger was. They couldn't accept that someone else had got to her first. "Look, Sir! That crown looks beautiful!" Ginger pointed at a glass cabinet not too far away. There, a European-style crown was placed inside. It was made of gold and was embroidered with diamonds and colorful gems.

Just didn’t expect to find it in his hands. I remember the ruby set. A crown and two amulets. One being the amulet of all. That one gave you the power to reign overall. Just if you didn’t know the truth behind you would be oblivious to it for life. That amulet and the ruby crown were a pair. They made both pure gold and rubies.

He smiled at me, his mouth stretching with his cheeks. The world stopped I swear. His head bowed down, picking something from a cushion with him holding it out under my gaze. I did not want to stare away from him but I finally did to see what he was holding to me. I stopped breathing, stopped everything with my eyes falling on the large golden crown. It had rubies and such glorious stones that ordained it. It was the most gorgeous piece of jewellery I had ever seen, it seemed as if it could start wars and end worlds. It seemed overly expensive and heavy.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

Thousands of loyal wolves from every allied pack stand in hushed silence as the ancient elders step forward, lifting the heavy, gleaming Eternal Silver Crown and placing it firmly upon my head. The atmosphere is charged with a profound, reverent awe that commands absolute stillness across the entire summit. The crown, forged from the purest starlight-infused metal of the first vault, hums with a familiar, comforting resonance against my brow, anchoring my spirit to the collective heartbeat of our united people.

Dimitrius rubbed his forehead. Vaelgorath looked amused. “The crown does not make you ruler.” “Good.” “It recognizes the person who broke the final chain.” “Still suspicious.” Ignisvath stepped closer to the pedestal. “Can it compel?” “No.” “Control?” “No.” “Bind?” “No.” Emmy looked at Vaelgorath. “Then why is it a crown?” “Because the people who forged it lacked imagination.” Emmy blinked. Then laughed. She couldn’t help it. Ignisvath laughed too.

Then came the part that I had been dreading. I hadn't seen the crowd earlier on. It had been laying on a velvet purple pillow, covered by a glass shield. They brought the pillow to me and I looked at the crown. I had never seen an actual one up close. It looked like a tiara, with purple and white gems placed on it. It had arches and beautiful designs on its rose gold structure. My hands shook as I raised it and placed it on my head. Eventually, the mirror was brought and I swear, I gasped.

They seized Lorenzo by the shoulders, driving their knees with bone-crushing force into the back of his joints. With a heavy thud, the once-mighty Head of the Family crashed onto the hard marble floor. Lorenzo thrashed, trying to force himself up, but a guard pinned his neck down, grinding his face against the freezing tiles. "Let me go! I’m the head of the Corleone family! You bastards, how dare you treat me like this!" He howled, stripped of every shred of dignity. Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.