Gulity Crown Novels & Stories

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

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.

She considered him as that selfish old man with both gray hair and annoying facial hair, who cared nothing but only his high position. She walked ahead and took careful steps as she got up on the staircase. Before standing by the king's side, she bowed thrice which symbolized respect, submission, and obedience. The gong hanging from two poles of the same height as a soldier was hit twice, a cue for the two to drink from the golden cup of wine as a symbol of being one. After the drinking of wine, the two bowed facing each other before the king faced the witnesses of their union. "Emery of the Trigon clan is, from this day on, the queen of Silex!" the king announced as he raised the golden gra

This time I wasn't near either of those people however, I was on a train, heading back home. They had posted a picture of two people. The man was older, with grey hair and a grey beard. He wore a military uniform and had a golden crown on his head. His wife was about the same age, though she still had some brown mixed in with her hair. She wore a modest, royal blue dress, and had a silver crown on her head. I scrolled down and started reading the article.

It was just because among the other men in the palace, it was the leader of his knights who liked Emery and was also close to her so there was always a possibility. Either way, when the knight stopped by to greet him, Emperor Claus asked, “We are about to go back to the capital. Is there something else you need to do?” “I came to deliver a message,” Castor replied, showing him the sealed envelope. Taking a closer look at the seal, it had the crown symbol on it. Only the direct members of the royal family were allowed to use such a seal so it only meant that the letter was from his brother. “What exactly does Prince Cornelius want to say to her?” the emperor asked, tempted to open the letter

“Thank you for the dance, Miss Ellwood.” “The honor was mine, Your Highness,” she replied, curtseying once more. Before he could turn away, she summoned her courage. “Your Highness, if I may… that ring you wear. It bears the falcon crest of your house, does it not?" Sebastian glanced down at his hand, seemingly surprised by her question. “A variation of it, yes. This was my grandfather’s ring, given to me when I was a boy. The royal crest has since been modified, but I prefer this simpler design.” His gaze returned to her face, curious. “Why do you ask?”

I move as quickly as I could to the raised platform sliding on my knees across the golden built bench that the golden coated box holding the prince's crown lies. Considering my extraordinary streagth opening the box proves quite easy. Reaching inside the box my long fingers lock around one of the crown's side and I pry it out of the box. The diamond hoops rising from the crown ring shimmers in the dim light. Golden stars and a band of pearls joining in the middle under an orb of blue ename with a unique curve at the top. What an impressive work of art? Too bad I'm going to make it an impressive crown of shame hours from now. I am going to make Wilson's party a traumatic event that no one wil

Mom staggered back, then lunged at me with her fingers clamping down on my neck. "How dare you curse your own brother. You're just a wild wolf, never truly one of the pack. Don't worry, when my time comes, I'll make sure to drag you down with me, so you can never harm a hair on my son's head." Her grip was unyielding, and as I gasped for air, a vision flashed before me. An orange sports car speeding down a winding mountain road. It was the flashy convertible my trust fund brother had just bought.

"I bestow upon you this Queen's Crown, affirming your honor. You are the chosen future queen, destined to wed the prince." Elder William lifted the crown from the tray, an exquisite masterpiece crafted from the purest silver, adorned with the whitest gemstones, and embellished with radiant diamonds and moonstones. At its pinnacle, a moonlit blue sapphire shimmered, encircled by twelve dazzling diamond stars. Silver laurel leaves elegantly entwined the crown's base, reminiscent of waves cradling luminous stars. Such a crown surpasses our mortal craftsmanship; only the Moon Goddess could conceive such celestial beauty.

But why didn't anyone mention it? "Hehe." Sheng Nini smiled and gently and carefully put the crown on Gladyce's head. She straightened her head and praised, "Sister Gladyce, you're so beautiful... This crown is made in accordance with Brother Ximing's manuscript. It really suits you." "Er... Thank you." Gladyce smiled and reached out to help Wang Guan up. She asked Sheng Nini in a low voice, "Does every madam have this?" "Yes." Sheng Nini nodded. "Of course, the last lady wearing a crown is Granny Celia Lea. I didn't see her... But I'm still very lucky. I saw Sister Gladyce wearing a crown."