Jewel In His Crown Novels & Stories

"Any one of those bags could buy a house. I gotta get a picture. I'm not gonna see something like this twice in my life." "Now that's what a real heiress looks like. I knew something was off about Violet. She kept rotating the same few bags every day, trying way too hard to look the part." I pointed at Jim's bag and said to Lewis, "Please verify that bag. I promised to compensate this gentleman with ten bags of equal value." Jim's earlier humility was gone. All that remained was greedy excitement. He didn't even notice Violet slowly edging backward, trying to slip into the crowd.

I pull on his arm, trying to get him to come back to me. "I don't need the proof of being defined by either myself or others. It won't matter for long." Ray finally turns around, and in his other hand he holds a crown. A dark red jewel pulses at the tip. "This is yours. The jewel was once a deep sapphire, but it has been polluted over time. Throw it into the abyss and live." I stare at the crown, suddenly struck by a wave of memories. Suddenly it comes back to me, the visions and memories all consolidating together, until it looks like a coherent message. "I... I saw you, Ray."

I suppressed the chuckle that threatened to slip past my lips. Kaizen was seated at the head of the table, his regal presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The crown on his head caught my attention. The crown was a work of art, crafted from the finest gold and adorned with intricate designs and precious stones. As he turned his head, the light caught the jewels, sending shimmering beams of color cascading around the room. The crown fitted him perfectly, the metal curved to fit the contours of his skull, the weight distributed evenly across his brow. He looked up as I entered and called out to me, beckoning me to come and sit next to him. I felt a wave of anger rise within

She followed Simon and waited for him to say something. But he didn’t. Instead, he removed the frame, put it aside and took out the delicate crown, made of rubies and diamonds that Elena was sure could break under the slightest amount of force. He looked at her, his expression giving away the pride that he felt for showing her something as rare as this one. Her stomach fluttered once again at the thought that he trusted her enough to share his world with her, to let her see his collection. Elena watched him, watched as he held the crown with utmost care and adoration that one held only for something that meant so much. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

"This is what you can make out of your destiny. This is all laid out for you, and the only decision you have to make is whether or not you want all of this. Ancients like you and me… we’re not meant to breed with anyone else. Together, the only thing we can make is perfection." He reaches out from behind me and opens an ornate velvet box resting on the table. Inside it is a silver crown encrusted in small diamonds and big black gems that sparkle darkly in the morning light. He takes it in his hand and perches it carefully on my head. I slowly lift my gaze to look at myself in the mirror, and I almost wither. I know it's not a big deal. It's not a glaring difference from what I looked like ea

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. He looks every inch the King he is, and again seems unable to control his jaw. She rolls her eyes at him, and Greyson hands her to him and she taps his jaw gently. He closes it and gives her a crooked smile, he lets his eyes drag over her slowly, and she sighs, “Yes, George. I know how good I look. Just rein it in a little, would you?” He smiles, and kisses her temple softly,

"If she was here today?" "One thing I know is that she will be very proud of you," he pats me "And be very happy to see you get accepted by everyone. Here." He took out a crown I never noticed kept our company all along and placed it in his palm to show me. It was silver with gemstones around it, highlighting its royal design. I gasped as I gently touched it. It looked so delicate. So fragile. "Is it mine?" "It's about time, princess Evanora," he said with a bow. "It's time for you to be acknowledged as the princess you are."

It was perfect-fit, meaning it could resize itself to the perfect size on the user's head. Each jewel represented the past kings that had worn it, the thorns represented what they had achieved. Only a true demon king could read through the crown. I didn't pick it. He had challenged me and to show that I was not too hasty to wear the crown like it would be my last time, I told a guard to pick it up and keep it in its rightful position. "You are later than I expected, sire." I looked up at him, great anger reflecting in my eyes. "You no longer have the right to call me your sire. You have lost that privilege."

Alpha Francis thanked the woman and she left with the tools in a red box. A tall, ripped, handsome youth carrying a silver pillow that had red fringes all around its edges and a golden crown studded with 3 emeralds placed atop it, walked over and knelt before Alpha Francis. The Alpha King gently took the crown and faced Zehelina, "You are a brave warrior, and it is evident to all that this is your destiny, as the chosen elite out of hundreds of others seeking this jewel. This crown comes with glory, wealth and influence. But it also comes with sacrifices, pain, weighty responsibilities and even death. Are you willing?"

"This was the first crown my mother ever wore. I thought... I hoped you might wear it tonight." My heart stuttered against my ribs. "Theo—" "She would have loved you," he interrupted gently. "Strong, compassionate, unafraid to challenge tradition while respecting its foundations. You remind me of her in so many ways." His fingers trembled slightly as he opened the box, revealing what lay nestled inside. The crown was a delicate masterpiece, smaller and more intricate than his – a woven pattern of gold and silver, studded with diamonds that caught the light and fractured it into a thousand tiny rainbows. It looked both ancient and timeless, powerful in its subtlety.