King Of Corium Novels & Stories

The Crown floated above the throne. Silver light poured from it endlessly. The ancient voice thundered through the chamber. "The unworthy shall never rule." The words echoed everywhere. Malrik stared at the Crown. Hatred twisted his face. Years...he had spent years chasing power. Years hunting Ariana, years searching for the kingdom. And the Crown had rejected him with a single touch. --- Then something unexpected happened. The Crown turned toward Ariana and Orion. The silver glow intensified. The guardians immediately knelt once more.

He paused, an idea striking a chord in his head, “I would get an artist, to draw out the image in my head. Yes! I need to have her with me in reality, one way or the other.” “Brother…” His sister giggled amused, and she knew she might think him a fool, but this feeling well… It was making him stupid. “You didn’t say anything about the kingdom I’m planning on getting back. Keanu Clan, ruled by almighty Adolph or whatever his name is. I made mention of it when I was talking about our mysterious woman, you didn’t say a thing.” Lucien chimed, his eyes dimming as he stared at her. Her facial expression was neutral as she let out a yawn and said, “I’m feeling sleepy Lucien. Let’s go back up to our

Other people knelt as the king starts announcing. “Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.”

Can she leave him when the goddess gave them to each other? Mortus rubbed his cheek into her hand, feeling her warmth. Scorpia’s wings shook, by fear or the tingles that shot through her I would never know. “The King, or Emperor as he likes to call himself, of the Rogues is Virion,” Mortus breathed, raking in her scent. “He is started as a sorcerer and practiced necromancing.” Orion slammed his hand on the railing, breaking the trance Scoripa had Mortus . Shaking her head, she pulled his face back to hers. “Keep going,” she muttered. “This will help, keep going.”

Liana whispered. "The Crown..." "The Crown must choose." She looked toward the floating Crown of Eternis. It was still surrounded by golden light. Waiting. Kael followed her gaze. "The Crown hasn't accepted anyone." Commander Rylan nodded. "Because the Temple has been corrupted." The elderly king lifted his staff. "We can only hold the darkness for a short time." One by one, the ancient kings and queens joined hands. Golden light spread from their spirits. The black crystal giant stopped moving.

"Six months ago, you added the contacts of three used car dealers. Old Toyota Crowns, old Mercedes Benzes, and old Lexuses—you were asking about all kinds of cars from the '90s. But the one you cared about most was the Toyota Crown. "You thought no one would know. But what you didn't know is that I knew all three of those dealers. Because the Toyota Crown you were asking about was mine. So this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment idea." My tone remained steady. "You didn't just wake up one day and decide to use the Toyota Crown as your bridal car. You've been plotting to get this car for half a year. The wedding was nothing but a cover. What you wanted wasn't a bridal car. What you needed was the ca

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

For the first time in decades, my father knelt before another ruler. “My king,” he said simply. The hall erupted. Wolves howled. Warriors pounded fists against their chests. Even the vampires offered polite applause, their sharp smiles betraying their approval. But Dad wasn’t finished. He stood, then turned toward Cora. Mom stepped forward this time, removing the delicate silver crown that had rested on her own head for decades. Cora knelt before her. “You came to us as a Beta’s daughter from Crescent Moon,” Gwen said warmly. “And you have proven that the strength of this kingdom is not found in a designated rank…but in the future we choose to build together.” She lifted the crown. “And no k

“Sebristien Spirit.” “Sebristien is the King of Spring, the youngest of you all, married to Jólena. Sebristien pays close attention to the other kings, trying to copy them so he can act like them. He wants to be a great and powerful king, which makes him dangerous because he also makes decisions that can be risky.” He nodded toward me. “You have a good grasp of those you should know about.” “What about the King of Darkness?” My question changed Nicolais’ expression, as if I had said a curse word.

But I was exhausted, bleeding, and tired of playing political games. "You do not die," I said bluntly. "The Void Emperor corrupts you instead, turns you into a puppet who nearly destroys the kingdom from within. Your sons are forced to fight you, to watch the father they loved become a monster. Prince Kael is the one who finally stops you—not kills you, but contains you long enough for me to purge the corruption. You survive, but you never fully recover. The guilt of what you did while corrupted breaks something in you that never heals." I watched emotions flicker across King Aldric's face. Rage. Disbelief. And underneath it all—fear.