Paper Crown Novels & Stories

I kept my expression neutral as I picked up the card, clicking my tongue softly. "That ornament might look old, but it's still an antique. There's even an auction tag on it. Didn't you notice?" "Yeah, right," Jim scoffed. "My underwear has a tag, too. Guess that makes it an antique." He didn't take the hint at all. Instead, he grabbed my clothes, trying to pull at the fabric. "All that talk, and you're just after money in the end. Quit stalling. Start taking it off. Maybe if the guys here enjoy the show, they might toss you a few bucks to help you pay for the bag."

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.

Their fingers didn’t touch this time, but the space between them felt charged anyway. “Adrian,” the man added, as if remembering something important. “My name.” Jamie blinked. “Jamie,” he said, then flushed. “I mean…. I know.” Adrian’s mouth tilted again. “Good.” He set a card on the counter. Plain. No number. Just a name printed in clean black ink. “Adrian DeLuca.”

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

"I'm in good hands." He nodded, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before departing. Once we were alone, Luna Mara set the wooden box on the dresser and opened it to reveal a stunning silver circlet inlaid with small moonstones. "The Luna's Crown," she explained, lifting it carefully. "The Diamond Luna wears it during official ceremonies. Tonight, as you're presented to the pack, you'll wear it to symbolise your future position." I stared at the delicate piece, momentarily overwhelmed by its significance. "It's beautiful."

Cat barked back happily. We finally made our way through the throng and walked up three short steps onto a dais where the high table was placed horizontally. It was set like the other tables but this one had two thrones behind it and then two more modest chairs; one to either side of the thrones. Behind those thrones, hanging on the vine-covered wall, was a banner with a device embroidered onto it. The shield outline was filled with a grayish lavender color, like the stones of the castle, and over that lavender field, directly in the center of the shield, was a large, silver star. The symbol of the Twilight Court appeared to be a star, which explained all the star decor... and my name eviden

I suppressed the chuckle that threatened to slip past my lips. Kaizen was seated at the head of the table, his regal presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The crown on his head caught my attention. The crown was a work of art, crafted from the finest gold and adorned with intricate designs and precious stones. As he turned his head, the light caught the jewels, sending shimmering beams of color cascading around the room. The crown fitted him perfectly, the metal curved to fit the contours of his skull, the weight distributed evenly across his brow. He looked up as I entered and called out to me, beckoning me to come and sit next to him. I felt a wave of anger rise within

She launched across the grass, nearly tripping over a pillow throne, and flung herself at Alex, who had just stepped into the yard holding a white box labelled SUGAR COOKIES & CUPCAKES in big looping script. He caught her with a grunt, spinning her once before setting her down. “Easy, my queen! You almost knocked the frosting off my peace offering.” “You came!” she said, breathless, squeezing his waist. “You really came.” “I missed a royal event?” he said, holding up the box. “I should be arrested.” Pearl beamed. “There’s a paper crown with your name on it.” “You made me a crown?” “It has sequins.” “I love sequins,” Alex deadpanned. “Almost as much as I love c

“Glass breaks. I bend.” His lips twitched. “Noted.” We reached the square again just as Crowe stepped back up to the mic. Apparently, one performance wasn’t enough. This time, the Tribunal banner was flanked by two smaller standards: one with a stylized wolf head—Nightmoor’s crest. The other was older, more faded, and made my stomach clench. Dravenne colors. Calista stood closer to Crowe now, almost at his elbow. Her coat had a new pin at the lapel—a small silver symbol I didn’t recognize, but that looked very official.

Archer's father comes and stands around us to stand in front of his son and his mother does the same to stand in front of me. I glance down and see each of them holding a soft cashmere pillow with the new royal crowns atop them. I gasp lightly with how beautiful they are, and I look up to meet Archer's mom's tearful gaze. " There's no one else more deserving of this crown, hola. Rule alongside my son and keep him humble. I nod, my own eyes teary as she places the crown on my head. My crown was designed with my name intricately woven into the diamond stones emblem, rose gold framing that is molded to look like wild vines adorned with more diamonds.