Hidden Crown Halo Reviews Novels & Stories

I have a small collection, not all of them are here, but the ones I'm going to wear today are. I took his first, a crown made of silver metal, the whole base of which is silver with various triangular details five smaller red jewels, and a slightly larger central one, above this circle, there is another smaller one in black, with gold details, going up is the metallic part in silver, The red jewels are surrounded by a circular silver part, while between these details and the black part, there are small details in gold, vintage style, coming out of each red stone a black tip that splits into three at the end, almost like a cardinal's hat.

Alarm flashed across her face. "No." Even the creature reacted. Its massive body shifted protectively toward Lyra. The reaction confused her. Why were they all afraid of the Crown? The answer came seconds later. The fragments rose into the air. Slowly. Silently. Pieces of silver bone floating above the snow. Light spilled from them. Not silver now. Gold. A warm, radiant gold unlike anything Lyra had seen before. The darkness beyond the gate became still. The giant eye widened. The Empty King stared.

Something in his eyes, anticipation, perhaps, or nervousness… made me turn to face him fully. “What’s that?” I asked, nodding toward the box. Instead of answering, he stepped forward and lifted the lid. My hand flew to my mouth, a small gasp escaping before I could catch it. Nestled on black velvet lay a delicate crown, not the heavy, ostentatious thing I’d imagined when he mentioned royal regalia, but something ethereal and perfect. White gold twisted into intricate patterns that reminded me of moonlight on water, with moonstones scattered throughout like stars in a night sky.

And in its place hovered… nothing. And everything. A halo made of light, of wind, of names. Not a crown in the traditional sense—there were no jewels, no weight. Just… presence. Each flicker of light whispered a name that had been remembered. Each pulse was a scar allowed to heal. The Echo Crown hovered above Azriel’s shoulders—then lowered. Not touching. But becoming part of him. It didn’t blaze. It didn’t sting. It simply belonged. The valley exhaled with him.

Liam had full-on cracked up when he saw Marcus, but got himself under control quickly. My crown, thankfully, is much more understanded. It's a braid of twisted gold with tiny flecks of diamonds and rubies scattered along it so that they wink subtly when I turn my head. I instantly loved it, and Jeanette had given me a knowing smile when she saw me put it on.

Inside, resting on a bed of midnight velvet, was the crown. It was not the gaudy, gem-encrusted diadem of human fairy tales. This was a piece of stark, purposeful beauty. A band of brushed platinum, wide and substantial. Interwoven through it, like a captured bolt of lightning, was a strand of pure, shimmering silver. Set at the front, not as a centerpiece but as a sober accent, was a single, teardrop-shaped moonstone that seemed to hold a swirling, internal mist. It was weighty. It was real. It was the physical manifestation of everything she had just learned to accept. Luna stared at it, her breath shallow. The Echo and two of the silent, elder Silver Kings stood in respectful silence near

The lights in the hall dimmed, and a single, powerful spotlight hit the center of the stage. “And now,” the spokesman said, his voice dropping to a reverent tone. “The final piece. The crown jewel of our collection.” The assistants brought out the necklace. It was a stunning blue diamond, surrounded by a halo of smaller white diamonds, set on a platinum chain that looked like liquid moonlight. Under the chandelier’s glow, the blue stone reflected a deep, oceanic light that danced across the walls of the hall. It was so beautiful it felt illegal to look at.

"This collar piece uses a floating halo design. Twenty-two Colombian emeralds, tension-set between curved titanium bars for flexibility. They follow the line of the collarbone, not the neckline. It moves with the body, not against it. No flipping, no twisting. Even with hair down." Next, the earrings. "Triple-drop configuration. Mixed cuts: marquise, pear, and round. Center stones are white zircons, not diamonds. They give a wetter sparkle under LED but stay lighter on the lobe. The hooks are reverse-weighted to stop swingback when walking." Last one. "The bracelet's a hinged bangle. Center inlay of brushed gold with hex-set garnets, chosen for low reflectivity under spotlight glare. Interio

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

“And she’s all ours. Here we come, Manhattan.” “What do you think of Desmond and Shawn’s crowns? I had them custom-made so no one doubts we are all together,” Brandon says. His eyes darken as he stares at me possessively, then glances at Desmond and Shawn. I shiver in response, my cheeks warming up a bit. “They’re nice,” I say, taking a good look at Desmond and Shawn’s slimmer but still beautiful golden crowns. Desmond chuckles. “We’ll wear them with pride.”