Jin Mori Crown Novels & Stories

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

Her long golden hair is let loose in soft curls, amplifying her beauty. Together, they look like an ethereal couple straight out of a fairy tale. “Are you scared?” Dmitri whispers when he feels her hands go clammy. “A little,” Roseanne whispers back. He firmly grasps her hand in assurance. “I am here,” he assures her. “Do not worry.” Roseanne smiles at him and together, they ascend towards the Oracle who is nodding at them. He studies them as they bow in front of him. Leo steps forward, holding a cushion on which Dmitri’s crown has been placed. The crown has been redesigned for him, made of thick gold band with thousands of tiny silver diamonds on it twirled like branches. In the middle of i

"Vera does not want to be elected. She wants the crown the old way. The way that carries more legitimacy than any vote." "The ritual," I say. "The ritual needs the crown held by an ancient right, not a modern one. A voted crown is not the same instrument as a combat crown. She knows this. She has always known this." Queen Alara sets the document down. "This was always the plan." --- Kael finds me outside twenty minutes later. I am standing in the same field where we buried Dag. The ground is still soft there. The day is cold and flat and the sky is the color of something that has not decided yet.

Peaceful. Completely insane. And somehow… My twin ruled all of it with his weird husband though. Honestly every time I remembered Jayden was technically an actual king now, my brain malfunctioned a little. Like excuse me? We literally grew up threatening people together in New York and now this idiot sat on a supernatural throne somewhere hidden from the human world. Life was weird. “With the new treatment they’ll be okay,” Jayden answered softly behind me before pulling me gently against his chest. I relaxed into him instantly.

Familiar. I slowed my pace instinctively as the air pressure shifted around me, the storm brewing deep in my chest responding long before my brain did. Stormborn. I spun. She was standing next to a crumbling section of courtyard wall like she’d been torn from lightning itself. Sable Mirehart. Shadow hair whipped around her face as the wind built, bright blue eyes flickering with storm-threaded magic too familiar to my bloodline. The mark of the Interregnum stained her armor. “You’re blocking my path,” I stated.

He reached out, holding up the delicate, glowing pink flower crown he had just woven. "I made this for you," Jack said proudly, rising slightly on his toes to try and place it on Marcus’s head. Marcus let his dark brown irises flash into the Silver Mirror for a fraction of a second, completely neutralizing the latent Seduction Magic woven into the petals, before letting Jack rest the crown on his short, dark hair. The image was completely absurd—a towering, heavily scarred, hyper-masculine heavyweight fighter wearing a glowing pink flower crown. But Marcus didn't take it off. He didn't even blink.

He held very still for the count of three in the way he held still when he was managing a large feeling. "My mother's," he said. "The green." "Yes," I said. "The Cordova pack color. She made it when she knew Mira was coming." He turned the package over in his hands. "I have something," he said. "I've been carrying it for a while. I don't know if it's right for the coronation or for later or — I don't know the right moment. I thought maybe you would." He handed me the package. I unwrapped it.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”

The council chamber smelled of smoke and polished wood. Candles burned in tall brass holders along the walls, their light reflecting off the gilded edges of the maps spread across the table. The city of Valoria lay in miniature there, every district rendered in ink and precision, the heart of the kingdom marked by the symbol of the crown. Adrian sat at the head of the table, but he did not feel like its master. His fingers drummed against the wood while the nobles murmured around him, their voices a tangle of fear and calculation.