Jin Mori Crown Novels & Stories

The pack roars with laughter and many of the members begin to chant, "Let her sit, let her sit." Victor stands beside my throne and the head elder walks towards him holding my crown on a golden pillow. I gasp when he hands the crown to Victor. The crown is gold filigree with diamonds and emeralds on the tops of each point. Just over Victor's shoulder I can see the Blood Moon shining brightly in the sky. It is almost at its highest point in the night sky. Looking back at Victor I notice that he has already begun his speech. I cringe inwardly hoping that I have not missed anything important.

“Crimson also told me his father was believed to be alive. A Blood Alchemist. He also thinks his father, Senko may be the one to have stolen his blood if that’s the case.” “The man from my vision…” Morgan mumbles seemingly mulling over the information. “What did the crown look like Mike?” I peer at Rhett hearing his question and hesitate to answer. I begin to pace and describe Tala’s crown, “The stone was yay big, perfectly oval shaped with a smooth cut.” I show her using my hands the size of the centered red stone. Knowing before it would ever be confirmed that the stone Morgan saw in her vision was indeed the exact same one I was describing.

Bernice glanced at me. The maid put on white gloves and carefully opened the box to reveal a crown. I blinked. It was the Crown I had never seen before. It has twelve water-drop-shaped pearls arranged neatly on the crown. On the top of each pearl is a perfectly cut heart-shaped diamond. The base of the crown is silver with rings of olive-leaf-shaped crystals. In the light of the Sun, it is holy and elegant like the Crown of our moon goddess. Bernice was so pleased with the crown that the satisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed.

Tori dramatically closed her eyes which were supposed to be a joke but the crown prince did not take it like that. Tori instinctively leaned toward the crown prince as he dashed as if he was a man possessed. That's supposed to be a joke. Does Ming Country prohibit jokes or something?

Then shifted to look carefully at the set of necklaces displayed in front of her ignoring the locket that she loves to wear. In the end, she chose to wear a choker made of yellow gold, encrusted with a large ruby in the middle of the piece. A perfect piece hugging her neck. Perfect to accentuate her slender neck. And when the crown was put on her head the weight of the power behind the symbolism of this fine piece of jewelry stuck to her. Gazing at the same crown her mother wore when she was proclaimed mother of the nation. She found herself breathless as she looks at herself. The person in front of her is not merely a daughter that loses her family, a mother who loses her child untimely. Sh

Or maybe I don’t have enough experience in looking for a man? Prince Zouhair of Morocco, who’s the one calling Joachim’s name, had an olive skin that was highlighted by his creamy white polo shirt, big amber eyes, and a lean body. While Prince Henrik of the Netherlands is the opposite. Pale white skin, like he had never experienced being in the sunlight; bulky, tall body type. His eyes are the same as Joachim's, electric blue eyes that look so cold. He looks more like a silent type compared to the man beside him.

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. I had this crown made with Victor in mind, with his power to create weapons, so many parts resemble the shine of a blade, but with small floral detai

Chapter 17: The Curse of the Crimson Hunt “A crown is not a shield, Mira. It is a beacon. And now, every monster in the dark knows exactly where you are.” The silver light of the crown faded, settling into a steady, pulsing hum against my brow. I stood in the center of the vault, my chest heaving, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird trying to claw its way out. The crown felt heavy—not physically, but spiritually. It pressed against my skull, a constant, humming weight that vibrated in time with my heartbeat. The power was intoxicating, but it was also terrifying. I could feel the blood of a hundred generations whispering in my ears.

His chest heaved against mine, his pulse still racing from the near-kidnapping. He raised his left hand, the heavy silver championship ring on his finger glinting under the dashboard light. The ring on his finger pressed hard into my skin as he held on. Noah clung to his shirt, trembling against his chest: “They wanted the tablet, Adrian… they know about the recording.”

"Doris said she'd like to treat you to a meal. I don't know if you'd be willing." "Of course I would." … Three months later, a new banner hung at the entrance of the State Automobile Museum—"An Original Imported Toyota Crown from the '90s: A Tribute to a Classic". Inside the exhibition hall, the old Toyota Crown was displayed in the most prominent position. The paint had been given a fresh coat of wax, but not with any new formula. It was a specialized maintenance wax for vintage cars. Matthew had mixed it himself. He said such luster couldn't be bought with money. It could only come from years of care.