Jin Mori Crown Novels & Stories

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

She asked herself, having a struggle between keeping up with her current attitude towards Dante or just running into his arms like she really wanted to. Mireille slowly settled the crown on her head and looked into the window. It had been made with blue flowers and it looked really beautiful on her. Mireille's lips curled into a smile as she noted the similarity in this crown and the crown on his abs. Coming to think of it, she realised that the crown on Dante did not look so much like a King's crown, it was more like that of a princess just like the flower crown on her head at the moment. Why would Dante have tattooed a Princess's crown instead of that of a King?

I looked at it curiously and was just as amazed to see what was inside when Stone opened it. “A-A…crown?” I mumbled to myself. "We need to be presentable as we step in front of our people, my Luna..." I swallowed hard when Damon said that next to me. I didn't know that he heard what I said. Stone approached Damon. Damon bends a bit so that Stone could put it on his head. I was just amazed when Damon finally wore it. The gold shining crown is suited for him. There is no doubt about it. Damon is an Alpha king. And I can't believe I'm the…

As the class gathered for their project presentations, James and Anne took the stage first, ready to share their research on the Silver Moonflower. Standing tall and elegant, they began their presentation with confidence. “Good morning, everyone! Today, Anne and I will be presenting our project on the Silver Moonflower,” James announced, his voice clear and authoritative. “This rare and mystical flower holds deep significance in werewolf folklore and mythology.”

She said and then attacked him again. "Use your power, your highness, that's the reason why I ask you especially." She said and in an instant she saw his eyes turn into a blue one. She smiled, and water gradually ran towards him and gathered around. A form of dragon sneaks into his body, with the same color of crown prince eyes. "Be greatful young lady, because I am one of the strongest." He said, Katara nodded. She can't help but to be amazed, no wonder he's one of the strongest among their generation.

"I'm listening?" "Well, you see... it's in the tradition. The throne shouldn't be vacant for more than a month and it's about three months now that no one has sat on the throne. So the elders and I have agreed that you'll be crowned King in two weeks time and also, your wedding will take place on the day of your coronation." "Wait...all these are too much for me."

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

they proclaimed in unison, their voices resonating with deference and respect. With a graceful wave of her hand, the empress signaled for the concubines to rise from their reverent bows. Her attire, a breathtaking masterpiece of craftsmanship, bespoke her exalted status. The rich hues of her robes, adorned with painstakingly embroidered symbolic motifs, enveloped her in a regal mantle, accentuating her grace and authority. Delicate threads of gold and silver interwove seamlessly, weaving a narrative of tradition, lineage, and power that spoke volumes of her regal lineage.

It was an encrypted military insignia of the tiger kingdom. King Rashal intended to have the symbol placed to remind him of someone who helped him. Darina always has this insignia in all of her items. From swords to clothes and seals, Darina is the only one who has this peculiar insignia. The distinction was barely noticeable that no one would suspect that it represents the element of another kingdom. During the ceremony, everyone followed the customs of behaving. They would respond in chorus and wait for the King to take his bite first before them. For Darina, the distinctive behavior of Prince Thariem who seemed to be delighted on Darina's ceremonial ascension is only after the customs and