Hare Guilty Crown Novels & Stories

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Declan’s expression stilled—not hardened, but resolved—and he said quietly that he intended to pass the Verdant Heir crown to Corren. Corren let out a short breath that might have been a laugh if there had been any humor in it. “No,” he said. “You’re not serious.” “I am.” Silence pressed in, heavy and absolute. Corren stared at him, disbelief giving way to something rawer as the truth settled into place. “You’re serious,” he said slowly. “Yes.”

“But now… it looks like it was about you.” “And Haunter,” Candy added gravely. “That crown—it wasn’t yours. It was his.” I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. The same mate who’d rejected me… the one who still haunted my every breath… was now in a vision of the end. Wearing a cursed crown and standing over my dead body? “I need answers,” I said suddenly, standing up. Jimmy gave me a worried look. “And where do you plan on getting those? The pack library’s not exactly loaded with ‘How Not To Die From Your Frozen Goddess Curse’ manuals.”

The kind that wasn’t about humor at all. Garrick returned minutes later, carrying a black case burned at the edges like it had survived fire. He didn’t speak. Just opened it. Inside was a crown. Moon-forged silver, twisted like vines under a winter sky. Dark obsidian veins ran through it like cracks of night trapped in metal. Not delicate. Not ornamental. A weapon in disguise. A symbol. Damon stared at it. For the first time since the fight, he looked uncertain. “That,” he said slowly, “is not subtle.”

All three of them shifted their attention to the field. Cyan threw away Guren's crown she had in hand, diverting the three's gazes once again. They, who thought it was the same crown they were holding, loosened their grip for a moment. And Cyan used that brief moment to grab Lazul's crown with both hands, bringing it down to Guren's head. Lazul and Delaney attempted to pull it away immediately upon realizing it, but it was all too late. The crown had lit up, to inform it already had another owner, and thus—

"I was in the middle of a hit. This better be good." "We are all in charge," Modern Vespera sighed. "We are all Vespera." "That's a lot of ego for one room," Mafia Vespera noted, eyeing the Fantasy Queen’s crown. "Nice hat, sweetheart. Compensating for something?" "It is the Crown of Sorrow," Fantasy Vespera hissed, her eyes flaring. "Show respect, or I will turn your blood to ash." "Try it, Toots," Mafia Vespera racked the bolt of her Tommy gun. "My Chicago Typewriter writes in lead."

the Jury remarked as everyone clapped their hands as Thaddeus bent his head. The jury gently opened the vault and raised the crown, which is a gold crown surrounded by diamonds and gold. Then he carefully placed the crown on Thaddeus' head and proclaimed, "Hail the Vampire King! Hail the son of the Vampire King!" Everyone echoed his words and bowed in respect for the new Vampire King. Thaddeus bowed his head and smiled at everyone, especially his wife at the corner, Catalina looked so proud of her husband. “Congratulations, Catalina, you got a king out there!” Leila said and hugged her.