Hare Guilty Crown Novels & Stories

"What a coincidence. I just so happened to need this lotus crown fruit as well. So, I'll be taking it." "You can't!" Hugo looked about ready to pass out. "Mr. Norwood, that drakeblood gemstone fiasco has already put you on Mr. Solomon's bad side. If you take the lotus crown fruit he's supposed to receive…" Hugo trailed off as he gulped, having trouble continuing his sentence. Terror flickered in his eyes. How was Hugo supposed to explain himself to Mr. Solomon if Evan left the mansion with it? Anyone who offended that man was as good as dead.

"But this guy rarely speaks; when he does, it always comes true. I'm afraid there really are zombies!" Chad was stunned and instinctively activated his Clairvoyant Eye. Then, he froze. It was the first time he had ever seen someone with an immortal crown that could only be seen through the Clairvoyant Eye. Behind the lunatic's head was something like a rainbow, seven immortal crowns, each in a different color. It was obvious that Sir Holt and Zayan were unaware of that. "My son can't die in vain! Even if he wronged Micah's granddaughter, he can't die for nothing!"

1. The Shadow Crown Burns The Shadow Crown sat heavy on Ava’s head, colder than steel, yet thrumming with heat that pulsed beneath her skin. It wasn’t a crown forged by goldsmiths or royal decrees. It was made of blood. Of betrayal. Of truths too old to be remembered. As the altar burned with fireless flame, the world tilted. The five heirs knelt before her—but Rowan’s bow was slower, his movements hollow. His gaze never left hers.

The confusion in my face must have given the Captain of the Royal Guards a hint of what I am thinking; with a raised brow, lips in a thin line and a quizzical look, the Captain of the Royal Guards bowed down as a sign of respect before announcing his purpose of visit. “It is nice to see that you are doing well, Your Grace. the Crown Prince extends his happiness to know that you have recovered.'' The Captain of the Royal Guards, whom I have known his name to be Gerald, was full of seriousness, and that seriousness of him reminded me of that unfortunate event. the Floripondio flower poisoning… I almost forgot about that. The last I heard of that case is that it is still under investigation wit

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

he yelled. Damn it this isn’t the time to forget the code to his safe. Hunter tossed Estelle across the room, she slammed against the wall. I opened the safe and pulled out the Solaris Crown. The precious metal burned my hands, but my life was at stake here! Hunter ran at me. I backed up, but when his face was inches from mine, I slammed the crown on his head. “No!” he screamed. *** The point was not to kill Hunter. The power from the crown should have been powerful enough to override Dimitri’s curse, but Hunter lay lifeless on the ground with the crown still glued to his head.

Blair handed the flowers to Mable and lowered his head to give her a deep kiss. “They’re beautiful.” Mable held the flowers and asked, “But why does this crown look so familiar…?” After a pause, she suddenly remembered. “This crown is the Eternal Love, right?” Eternal Love was the masterpiece of Monafett’s renowned jewelry designer, Ricky. He had spent his entire life designing crowns for royalty and nobility, and this particular crown had a history of more than two hundred years. Mable had seen this crown at an auction before. It was rumored to have sold to a private collector for five hundred million.

Scarlet’s POV I remained frozen as he lunged again at the bars, trying to rip them apart with bloody hands. And then my eyes fell on the tattoo burned into the side of his neck. A jagged crescent moon over a bleeding wolf’s eye. I stepped closer. My heart dropped. “Midnight Mystery…” I whispered. The Crown Prince turned sharply. “You know about the gang?” My breath caught in my throat. “It’s Midnight Mystery?” Gasps rippled through the officials standing nearby. The Crown Prince fixed me with a sharp and unreadable look. “Dr. Blackthorn, what exactly do you know about them?”

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

“His nephew controls half the shipping on the East Coast. I’m sure he’s very interested in how those contracts are handed out.” It wasn’t entirely false, which made it easier to say. Mario Giordano did control a large part of their shipping network and he was probably skimming profits. That kind of low-level corruption was normal in their world, something everyone did and no one admitted. What they were actually hunting went far beyond stolen money. Damien lifted his eyes from the tablet and met hers across the table. The look only lasted a moment, but it was enough. They were thinking the same thing. Maria finished with the coffee and walked back toward the kitchen, her steps calm and even