Gulity Crown Novels & Stories

It was moonstone inlaid silver filigree, exquisite and delicate. A crown fit for a real wolf, not a meek person. "I'm not sure," The older man stumbled, his swollen eyes flitting from Chad to me. "Crown her," Chad said in a steely voice, refusing to back down. The older person paused for a while more before nodding. With the crown held lovingly in his wrinkled hands, he stepped forward. I lowered my head, sensing the burden of custom and anticipation descend upon me.

“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.

The words landed heavily. Then the Third Crown pulsed. Truth. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava immediately pointed. Then: "I hate him already." Then Henry adjusted his glasses. Then: "What's his Crown?" Valen's expression darkened. Then: "The Crown of Dominion." Silence. Then Thomas felt something. The First Crown reacted. Authority. The Fourth Crown reacted. Resolve. Then Valen nodded. Then: "The Crown of Dominion is a corrupted twin of your Crown of Authority."

Here I have a gift for you. . Laila snapped her fingers and one of her children brought a crown made of the jewels in her cave. The creature handed the crown to me and removed the one in my head smashing it as if it was nothing. . Laila ➡ This crown is a special gift from me... Only those with your blood can wear this.. Anyone out side will die instantly if he wears the crown. . Mustapha ➡ Okay your highness.. .

Aurelia stood behind them. She said nothing. Did nothing. She only watched. I looked down at my crown, it was sitted pretty in my hands, but when I tried to wear it, it began to melt. Gold softened, slid, turned dark. It was blood. It poured down my temples, my neck, soaking into my gown as the crown dissolved completely in my hands. I tried to scream, to call for guards, for anyone that was close, for anything— And Aurelia finally spoke. “You were never meant to wear it.”

“Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?” I darted my tongue to lick my dry lips as I nodded my head as the man muttered. “I do,” “With the power of god, I may pronounce you as the Queen of Nitholirc, wife of Lords of Nitholirc and hope of people,” My heart fluttered as he gently picked the crown with his both hands and Claus bowed slightly as he placed it on his head as people cheered and clapped. My chest tightened with uneasiness, and I swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat.

Dazzling gemstones such as deep red rubies, rich emeralds, and sparkling sapphires decorated its circumference and added a regal shimmer. I was… I was jealous. It was a lot finer than mine. My mum, having seen the Crown before now— since she had been the one who commissioned the Crown’s ceremonial creation and crafting, she looked unfazed by the Crown’s beauty and she continued with the proceedings. She took hold of the Crown and handed its bedding platform to someone on the side, and then she shifted closer to Cayden. The Hall went grave quiet again. But Hearts were still racing… “Alpha Cayden Hunter of GreyHill Pack.” My mum’s voice was loud and distinct. There was a lining of pride in her

Gingerly, he places it on top of my head then steps back to admire his work. “Move your head, Elena, let me see if it stays steady on your head.” Shaking my head side to side, I do as he asks. I move my head up and down too and the crown doesn’t budge an inch. Satisfied, King Harvey smiles and walks off to the golden sheet of metal. He slices the silver crown open and lays it flat on the golden sheet and slices it with his sword, as he applies extra force and a bit of a red flame to it.

Damien was all I needed, and it felt great to have someone putting me first. Aurora and Killian called out to Natalie as she stared at the table, more than likely reliving what happened and hopefully feeling guilty for trying to attack my mother. I hoped she did anyway. "There was a crown. It looked like the crown from my coronation. It was the only thing that kept its color when everything turned grey. But all of the gems had been replaced. They were all red." Natalie said, and I looked up to see Killian and Aurora staring at each other. "What?"

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.