Her Hidden Crowns Novels & Stories

The behemoth slowed its movement and its roaring sound stopped. “It’s sleeping,” Merfoy uttered as he look at the behemoth slowly losing its balance. The black smoke turned into human form, it was a lady wearing a crown with her long black dress and long straight dark hair. The behemoth falls to the ground as it causing a loud thud to echo all over the mountain. Therens loses his balance and was flung in the air, he closed his eyes as he felt his body falling, and a soft hand grabs him from behind as he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see the royalty in black hugging him from behind as she slowly put him down the ground. Therens was speechless while gazing at the lady in front of him. Mer

Nathan replied. “Nobody does. They have kept her hidden on the fourth floor of their house. She isn’t allowed off her floor. They don’t want anyone to know she exists.” “Why not?” Nathan asked. “Because she is Dylan’s twin, and she was born five minutes before Dylan. She is the true Alpha heir, but Alpha David wants Dylan to be Alpha.” “Wow. To keep her locked up like that just so she can’t be Alpha, that’s messed up.” “Yeah, it is. Now I have to find a way to bring her home.”

With me. I closed the book and walked to my window, looking out at the forest where their precious gate was hidden. A black crow sat on the fence post, its eyes like twin obsidian moons. It didn't blink as it stared at me. I stared back. "He's mine," I whispered. The crow cawed once, a sound like broken glass, then flew away toward the cursed woods. Somewhere out there, in a clearing where trees grew upside down, was the key to keeping Ronan in my world. I had less than twenty-four hours to prepare. Less than a day to gather the materials I would need, to plan my approach, to make sure everything went perfectly.

“The Spiral’s first altar, the real one. The one hidden beneath the Hollow’s roots. If this thing wants to crown itself, that’s where it’ll go.” They broke into a clearing, the air shifted, colder, stiller. Before them stood a ruin shaped like a spire of ribs, curling inward toward a dark altar. And on that altar, a single object sat A new crown. Unlike the bone, one before this was metal obsidian and gold, twisting like thorns, It shimmered with the promise of dominion. Sarah fell to her knees. “I feel it again. Pulling me.” John caught her. “You’re not its vessel.”

Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Henry adjusted his glasses. Then: "How many Crowns does he have?" Silence. Then Aurelius answered. Then: "Two." The world froze. Immediately. Then Ava stared. Then: "Excuse me?" Then: "Two?" Then: "How?" Aurelius looked toward the horizon. Then: "The Seventh Crown." Silence. Then: "He already possessed it." God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the realization hit.

The crown pulses warm, happy, free. Language Mastery: 39.7% CROWNWEAVE active Bonded allies: 6/∞ Current mood: reckless joy Rowan’s voice drifts from the back, dry as ever. Rowan: “Reminder: the hidden gate only opens for someone carrying the complete crown. They’ll feel us coming in about… three days.” Celeste (grinning into the wind): “Good. Let them sweat.” Remy reaches over, laces our fingers. Remy: “Four days to another dimension.

Because neither of us knew if he was wrong. A woman near the back of the crowd suddenly screamed. Everyone turned sharply. A Hollow stood directly behind her. But instead of attacking. it held out a small silver crown in both hands. My blood went cold instantly. The crown looked ancient, twisted from dark metal and lined with glowing cracks identical to the ones spreading beneath my feet. The Hollow approached slowly before kneeling again. “It belongs to you,” it whispered. The villagers recoiled in terror. Kael looked genuinely alarmed now. “Don’t touch it,” he said immediately.

"Because I am not just a hybrid. I am something much more dangerous than that." The image began to flicker, like the connection was getting weaker. "The ritual is failing," I said quickly. "We're losing the connection." "Before I go," the woman said urgently, "you must know this. The crown is not hidden in this world. Klaudius took it with him when he died." "What does that mean?" Noah asked. "It means the crown is in the realm of the dead," she said. "And the only way to get it is to die yourself, or to bring someone back from death."

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.

Opening my eyes back, I watch the clan above. A sigh escapes my lips. Then, deciding it would be best to head back in, I set my cup down and go to bed. I tried to fall asleep, but my nights have been restless. I just can’t. Sitting in bed, I look at the closet. I had hidden the crown in Rose’s closet. Getting up, I turn the light on and grab the box from the upper shelf. Carefully, I laid it on the floor and sit. Removing the cloth, I stare at the crown, confused. Why was the crown glowing?