Jewel In His Crown Novels & Stories

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

Kaelen looked at her. Really looked at her. For the first time since finding him, she saw tears shining in his eyes. "You don't understand." His voice cracked. "The crown isn't choosing you." The Bone Crown pulsed violently against her skull. The reaction felt almost angry. Almost defensive. Kaelen pointed directly at it. "That's not a gift." The creature watched in silence. Interested. Patient. Waiting to see what happened next. Kaelen swallowed hard. "It's a key." The words landed like a punch.

“But the crown is not just mine. It is the kingdom’s. I cannot let personal ties blind me.” Her sigil pulsed one final time, bright and steady. The shadows bowed and dissipated. ⸻ The Crown Awaits The pedestal rose slowly, carrying the crown into the air before her. Light cascaded over her, warm and electric. The palace itself hummed approval. The trials were passed. Aera approached the crown, hand steady. This was the moment the seal had waited for. As her fingers closed over the metal, a voice echoed—deep, resonant, unmistakable:

She had prepared to be met with much resistance at her open execution of the pompous men but had been met with chants of praise at her declaration of war on the other kingdoms – their greed for more land and wealth overshadowing their loyalty to a cowardly king. A glint of gold out of the corner of her eye drew her out of her trip down memory lane. The Jewel of the Sun was an ornate piece of work done totally in gold with the 5 layers of different precious stones her kingdom exported arranged like fruits on a vine. The weight of it on her head was a testament of its beauty but why would she complain? Heavy rested the head that bore a crown or something like that. Perhaps she ought to add som

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

The base of the crown was covered in every kind of gem conceivable, including diamond, pearl, ruby, quartz, platinum, and emerald. Interestingly enough, the crown was not placed on her head but was also hovering over her head as if some kind of unattainable prize sent from the heavens. With a two-foot circumference and jewels that were almost the size of an adult human fist, the crown was larger than usual. Too big enough for an average human, and just the right size for a 15 foot giant. Each jewel placed on the crown was almost the size of an average human fist. The shimmer spewing out of the crown had the power to blind every gaze that touched it.

War broke... People from different places fought untamed. All of them were fighting, just for the said ownerless and unseen Royal Crown. This certain Crown was left unworn since the last Royal Family of the Kingdom was assassinated by an unknown force, only after the youngest Royal Family member was born. It was said that they acquire unstoppable and unspecified sovereignty over all other kingdoms, which is said to be the main motive for the Royal Family's assassination.

She look around, she didn't expect that they'll be sent inside of a dungeon. She wonders if her food supplies are enough. She checked her pouch, it was small but she could put anything on it. It was given by Evans, the crown prince's right hand. He never approaches her even once but she can say he's loyal to his lord, he says he can put anything on this. At first she didn't believe it, but when she put something on it was proven.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”