Her Crown Novels & Stories

Queen Dorothea and King Hernando stared at her, wide-eyed. “You can’t… You’re in line for the throne. You’re the Crown Princess of Deltora,” her mother argued. “Yes, Mother… I’m the Crown Princess of a kingdom that believes I’m depressed, I’m a shut-in because of you two and your poor decisions.” She took a deep breath and tugged her earlobe. Queen Dorothea automatically reached up to stop it, and Romaine swatted her hand away.

“I’ll visit every month as much as you want. Ok dad?” “Will we won’t be needing this now.” My aunt Ceclia says as she puts the box on my dresser. Being the curious person, I found myself walking over and opening the box. Inside was a crown. It was really pretty, with sapphires and diamonds in a unique weave. I wasn’t sure if it was a princess or queen’s crown, but it was more than I could have ever imagine as my first crown. “Next year we might. Ok!’ I say as I close the

She was all smiles, happy that this ceremony was all in honour of her. “Today is the day I want to reward one of our daughters, friends, sisters, mates, and wives for standing up for what she knew was right, no matter what. Therefore, with the power vested in me as the King of the fur realm, I crown you, Ange Abee, the Duchess of our world.” Applause erupted from the crowd. Kael stepped forward and handed me the crown. I took it and placed it on Ange’s head. Everyone clapped and bowed to her once more.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

I am Chief Witch and Queen, and she has no right to speak before me. I pursed my lips and went back to the bedroom, a little angry. Nuri is mine, and I will never let Azariah win. …… After dawn, the ceremony went on as planned. Compared with the coronation, it was a simple ceremony, but a lot warmer. I stood among the witches, enjoying their blessings, and then, in everyone's smile, took the crown of power. I have three crowns. The gold crown for the Queen, the crystal crown from Lowa, and the laurel crown for the chief witch.

She chuckles, “Yeah, Seb’s a good teacher… Now, if you could just control yourselves around each other, you might learn faster…” He winks at her, “Maybe.” She smirks, “But Honey, where’s the fun in that? I hate behaving.” He starts to lead her down the stairs again, and just like last time, George is waiting in his uniform, but with an added long black crushed velvet cloak with a white fur trim, and a golden crown. The crown is a broad band that circles his head with six short points, each with an oval cabochon of onyx surrounded by small square cut emeralds set in the broad part near the band.

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.

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

Elowen said, her voice cutting through the noise with practiced precision. “I refuse false hope,” Alina replied. “The Crown is not a charm. It does not exist to quiet fear or buy time.” She turned slowly, meeting the eyes of those gathered. Faces she recognized. Faces she did not. Faces that carried hunger, exhaustion, and a desperate need for certainty. “If I wear it before I understand what it requires of me and of us,” she continued, “it will fall silent again. And next time, it may never wake.” The silence that followed was thin and brittle, stretched tight over disbelief.