Hare Guilty Crown Novels & Stories

“Your Highness.” The prince’s eyes met hers—ocean blue, searching, and for the briefest moment, surprised. He inclined his head slightly. “Miss Ellwood.” His right hand, resting at his side, bore a signet ring that caught the light as he moved—a ring adorned with the royal crest, worn on the same hand that bore a scar across the knuckles. A scar. Isabelle’s heart stuttered. A memory stirred—rain, darkness, a strong hand pulling her from danger, a voice calling her brave. Could it be? No, surely not. The coincidence would be too great, the unlikelihood too vast. She blinked, and the moment was gone.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

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.

A sleek black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, its tires cruelly splashing a wave of muddy water from a puddle, soaking me to the skin. The car door swung open, and Nolan stepped out, his bodyguards forming a tight circle around him. His eyes locked onto the urn cradled in my arms, and for a moment, he froze, then his face twisted with anger. "Lena was right. You're really going all out with this charade, even getting yourself an urn to play the part in this rain!" He grabbed the urn from me and hurled it to the ground. I felt a surge of rage. Ignoring the pain racking my body, I dove for the urn and, thankfully, caught it just in time.

He used the information from Shahin for the whereabouts of Darina and Prince Thariem. Eight days past and he returned to the capital of Clapestris with many prisoners of war. Entered with him to the main gates of the city are the wagons of spoils. The one that is highlighted among them was Darina in the cage. There is a blood-stained steel helmet beside her. It is a known helmet always worn by Prince Thariem when mounted for campaigns. The Clapestrisians filled the sides of the streets with their sighs and unexplained hopes. The Agabean Royal Knight has returned but is no better than them.

"Ugh! For the love of God, Ivory. I've told you it's just a rumour. He's not getting married." "He is. Maximus told me that... "You still talk to that guy? I thought you said he annoys you and talks too much." Maximus is the guy that is completely smitten with Ivory. For a long time, he has been bothering Ivory by telling her how much he "loves" her. This man is capable of anything for Ivory, including information theft. "Yeah, but he's still useful, isn't he? Anyway, Maximus was the one on duty last night and he overheard the Queen talking with Lord Ronald about the prince's wife to be."

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

The crown unveiled patterns imperceptible to ordinary perception, exposing inconsistencies in loyalty and intentions. It was within the council chambers, during a discussion of provincial reinforcements, that the initial overt sign manifested. A minor official, previously regarded as loyal, proposed a subtle alteration in resource allocation, favouring one province over another without apparent justification. The suggestion itself appeared innocuous, yet the crown pulsed sharply, revealing concealed connections, whispers of influence, and deliberate manipulation. “They are testing us,” Aera uttered softly, her voice barely audible over the murmurs of the chamber. “This is the inaugural overt

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.

In his eyes flit a spark of anger, as he gripped my wrist and slammed against the cupboard. "Do not make me repeat myself, Princess" He barked, revealing his teeth. He didn't know me that well to ask me that. "Same goes for you" I groaned. The glass walls shuttered as the bullets went through them. Zayn threw me down and fell on top of me protecting me of any harm. I slipped away and gained back balance. I sneaked behind the couch and tried to get a glimpse of the intruders. They were all wearing black. They all had a black leather jacket with Skulls on them. They must be from a gang. My adrenaline was pumping and my breathing got heavier as I collected the pieces of this secretive puzzle. T