Her Hidden Crowns Novels & Stories

Leaving the kitchen, I thought Dominic had returned to his office, but when I went to his office, he wasn’t there. “Dominic?” I called out. “Over here.” Dominic stood in front of a room at the end of the hall. Instead of a door, the wall had moved, revealing a hidden passage. “I didn’t know this was here?” Walking to the end of the hall, I stepped around Dominic and entered the hidden passage. Without waiting for him, I continued through the passage until I reached a large open room. It was filled with exercise equipment, a couple of large punching bags, and a boxing ring.

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

Aiden snide, breaking the legs of one of Aman's men and piercing his claw on the man's neck, dragging it until the collarbone. The man let out a sharp cry, blood pouring out from his neck like a river, much to Aiden's satisfaction. "And I'm born ginger, you little shit!" Hugo dragged another man of Aman's lackeys by the leg and threw him to a tree ten steps away. The guy groaned from afar, coughing out blood. "What the fuck are you both doing?" Kleaton asked, dumbfounded. "What?!" Hugo and Aiden replied simultaneously, snarling at him.

Elvin paused for some seconds and then said, “well I don’t know for sure but I think it’s best if none of them in that house know that you have backup, it is supposed to be a secret so when they are least expecting us we would have upper hand in the battle also i have a question, can you hide your crown while you walk in there because we would want them to think they have leverage over us” I emphasized on the last part Elvin just said which made me wonder can I really hide the crown, was it really into consideration so I said, “I actually don’t know if I can do it from which I mean I don’t know if this is an option I mean it would be great if I could hide my crown it would give us a great le

“But it comes at a price. The Crown doesn’t just amplify strength—it corrupts. It feeds on ambition, twisting even the noblest heart into something monstrous. That’s why Alaric hid it.” I felt a chill run through me. “Do you know where he hid it?” Maelis laughed softly, the sound devoid of humor. “Even if I did, do you think I’d tell you? The Crown is not meant to be found, Elior. If it’s resurfaced, then we’re all in far greater danger than you realize.” Her words stayed with me long after I left the Den. The Crown wasn’t just a weapon—it was a curse. And yet, someone had been willing to kill Alaric for it. Someone who either didn’t know or didn’t care about the cost.

She allows me time to relax before placing the crown on my head. I close my eyes to fully focus on the powers of the crown. I connect to it like my second heart. Its eye gives me clear sight when I should be seeing darkness. I look anywhere I want, including closed rooms miles away. "Focus on the valleys of Shadowmoon pack. That is where the idiots are hiding slaves," Rowena's voice guides. The crown's eyes take me to the valleys as soon as I think of them. It appears that the rebel lords had gathered their witches. A thick, purple mist swirls around the valleys, designed to hide the thousands of slaves they still hold in the caves below.

“Hide it. Quickly.” The metal felt icy, as though it had been buried in frost. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the sharp tip dig into her skin. The Crowned One stepped closer, causing the ground to groan under its weight with each step. One of the brides kneeling looked up at it and said, “We are ready.” The Crowned One lowered its massive hand and, with impossible gentleness, touched her forehead. She shivered once, then her skin cracked open with black lines, as if ink had burst inside her veins.

“You okay?” She didn’t answer, Because her body was humming, The crown was near, And it was calling her name, The ruin's staircase had collapsed in several places, forcing them to descend using threads of moonlight Liora bent into steps with a flick of her fingers. Aria followed cautiously. Sera brought up the rear, blades drawn, still not fully trusting what Liora had become, They reached the inner sanctum. Black stone. Silver dust. And at its center: an altar of ribs, Upon it sat a crown unlike anything forged by mortal hands. No jewels. No gold. No adornment, Just twisted bone and shimmering flame locked in a loop of endless motion, The Crown of the Hollow Flame Aria fell to her knees.

They were all hanging out of their seats with wide eyes, dying to know why the fuck the Queen had come to our campus. “It is a secret I have kept since the war ended. It is a secret that I wish this atrium and it’s inhabitants to keep,” My mother continued. “For the safety of the person, as well as the safety of wolf-kind. I wish you all to take an oath of silence to be sealed by my mage, Finare.” She gestured to one of the men in deep crimson robes in between the royal guards. He was shorter than most the guards with skin as white as milk. I would’ve mistaken him for a vampire had he not had silver eyes so light they could be white.

“Whatever it is. I told you in the yard. I told you on the terrace not an hour ago. I don’t care what you’re hiding under that wrap. I have never cared. I only care that you’re standing in front of me right now, terrified, and I can’t fix it because I don’t know what it is.” Above us, mounted in its glass case at the end of the hall the way it had stood for three hundred years, the old crown of the realm caught the torchlight and threw it back in broken glittering pieces, watching, the way it always watched, the way every crown in this palace watched every secret that ever tried to survive beneath its notice and, sooner or later, failed.