Jewel In His Crown Novels & Stories

He took a deep breathe before walking over to them. Junayd saw him coming, "this is the perfect time to put my plan into action". He thought. He took out a beautiful red box from his pocket, opened it and brought out a gold ring with initials on it.."J2". He took Juwairiyyah’s left hand, went on his knees and said... "Will you be my wife?" Arfaat lost it all, he almost missed a step. What could his ears be hearing? Junayd proposing to juwairiyyah? That can't be possible.

He was irritated to say the least at the incompetence that he was surrounded by, but no matter he would solve that as well. Once he blamed the King’s murder on that pitiful, defenseless Kingdom that neighbored them he would have full access to their best soldiers and jewels so he could hire more. He had to just wait. He watched the Princess at the coronation ceremony she looked beautiful, and all that looked upon her seemed entranced by the fact she was almost identical to her mother, except for her eyes, those were her father’s. She would give him that Jewel and he would be the most powerful man alive.

The halls were so desolate that my voice resonated off the walls. His Majesty chuckled slightly, my eyes darted to the cute looking mole underneath his eye, it suited him. As if he knew, he tilted his head to the side, catching my stare. Blood rushed up to my cheeks when his eyes gazed into my freakish multicolored orbs. I looked away, and noticed a golden inscription at the base of the vase. From V to H. "Who is H?" I mindlessly asked, reaching out to take a feel of the item. However, my fingers never got to even touch it's orbit, his majesty firmly gripped my wrist.

the grand duke reassured Elen, taking her hand and fastening the necklace around her neck. Elen examined the necklace carefully. The pendant, in the shape of a teardrop, was made of high-quality diamond, and she could feel the power emanating from it. It was simple yet elegant, and the weight of the pendant brought her a sense of comfort as she grasped it, finding relief in the protection it seemed to promise. "Thank you, Grand Duke. This means a lot to me," Elen expressed her gratitude, her voice filled with relief as she felt the comforting weight of the necklace.

“A great Princess of Atalaxia. I hope that you will endeavor to live up to the honor bestowed on you by wearing it.” “I will try,” I say, quite soft and gentle, going to my knees before this Prince as Pippa comes back and reverently hands him the crown. I demurely lower my chin so that he can place the object on my head. It’s heavy, and when I turn to look in the mirror I see that it’s a gorgeous, elaborate crown, studded with diamonds and sapphires. But even as I admire it, my heart sinks. Because I miss my simple rose-gold crown, the one that marks me as a Princess of Moon Valley. The one my mom picked out. The one that Jackson once told me he thought was pretty.

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.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

Declan’s expression stilled—not hardened, but resolved—and he said quietly that he intended to pass the Verdant Heir crown to Corren. Corren let out a short breath that might have been a laugh if there had been any humor in it. “No,” he said. “You’re not serious.” “I am.” Silence pressed in, heavy and absolute. Corren stared at him, disbelief giving way to something rawer as the truth settled into place. “You’re serious,” he said slowly. “Yes.”

“What if we do one more job together? I swear on the Goddess of all wolves and wolfkin that I will never ask nor drag you along for another one of my hunts ever again.” Dublin’s face went slack in shock, the oath to our Goddess something that no wolf ever took for granted. “My Goddess… You’re going after the Crown Jewels…” his eyes went wide as his skin went pale, the look in his eyes saying that he finally thought I lost my marbles. “Yes and no.” I stated, leaning closer to him and dropping my voice low. “It’s a Royal jewel, but not from here.” His eyes took on some curiosity as they darted around the room to make sure no one was paying attention to us, only going on as the waiter dropped o

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.