Gulity Crown Novels & Stories

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.. .

The golden lines that trace his suit lighten, and Hannah notices the sapphire ring that belongs to the Palace of Norway, which she noticed that was wore to the workers. “It’s nice to see you all. I am Butler John.” She looked at the man beside him. She arched her brows. The man looked too young to be the prince that they were talking about being wed. He was like, around her age. This must be the younger brother. His features, however, are similar to the current queen. He has an androgynous face where soft features that were pasted on the hard, prominent jaw. He was wearing an all-black suit with a long coat that complemented his grey eyes. The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned o

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 shows it to me, and it is exactly what his sketch showed. The golden wolf has red ruby eyes, and I notice the soft pink shine on the outside from where I had colored it in, in his sketch. The outside flourish of the golden crown makes me gasp, he has added a simple swirling curl at either end of the wolf. A thin golden wire, just pure beauty. Cautiously, King Harvey places the crown on my head and smiles. He opens his mouth to speak, but Beta Tom rushes in. “I am so sorry, King Harvey and Luna Queen Elena, but you are late for your speech, Elena!” Beta Tom is pale and out of breath, obviously considered by this situation.

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?"

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

Harlow, you've got family calling. Downstairs, there he was, Bennett, all dapper in a tailor-made suit, clutching a bouquet like some twisted Romeo. Behind me, my father sat in his wheelchair, his hospital attire hidden beneath a sharp, custom-made suit, his hair perfectly combed. He called out to the crowd, "This is my daughter, the Harlow family's Principessa. Today's her birthday, and her fiancé, the Marshall family's head honcho, is here to whisk her away!"

I reminded him of that. Mark’s laughter filled the room, "You pull her brand under Crownwell & Brooks, and not only will sales explode, the old men on your father’s board will have no choice but to acknowledge you.” he added and I smiled. But even as he said it, my mind wandered to that final, elusive woman—the one CEO no one could seem to pin down easily. She had built a brand with ruthless speed, but stayed hidden from the spotlight, a ghost among giants. She's a mystery and the last key to my throne. Am never missing this opportunity.