Paper Crown Novels & Stories

How could he, even wounded, be climbing the wooden structure to get to me faster? Damn, I didn't even realize my eyes were full of tears until his face appeared on the other side of the railing, completely blurry to me. “You…!” I began to gasp, so many words stuck in my throat that they seemed to jam into one another. That's when something landed on my head. The champion's flower crown. The greatest symbol of victory. Something that, when placed on another person, signified a silent promise of devotion and protection. A way of showing that all his efforts would always be directed towards that person.

Rowan’s POV The Northern Crown was bound to me. I couldn't stop staring at the mark on Kael's palm. A silver crescent. A wolf. A crown. The same symbols burned on my wrist. “What does that mean?” Kael closed his hand. “I don't know.” “You're lying.” His eyes met mine. “I wish I were.” The ground trembled again. Garrick shouted from behind us. “Your Majesty!” Kael turned. The First King's Road was collapsing.

Emerald fingered the leather badge she had been working on. The intricacy of the copper wire stitches. The celtic knots that surrounding the central wolf, the imposing crest of the Frost Alpha. It was the ceremonial badge Zyan was meant to wwear at the last night of the festival, during the awards ceremony.

His eyes met mine, storm and softness woven together. I turned back. “There will be no new crown. No new dynasty. No next generation of chained blood.” And then I pulled a velvet box from beneath the podium and opened it. Inside was a silver circlet. Wreathed in fire-shaped metal. Twisted. Scarred. Beautiful. “The Blackwood Crown,” I said. “Forged from the original heirloom. Melted. Recast. Not a symbol of rule. But of rebellion.” And I placed it on the podium—not my head.

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

Ares said as the servants cleared away the dishes. "Another one?" I asked. "You've already given me the perfect day." "This is different." He stood and moved to the wardrobe, pulling out a small wooden box I'd never seen before. "I had this made for you. I was going to wait until after the baby was born, but..." he shrugged, "today feels right." He handed me the box, and I opened it carefully. Inside, nestled in soft velvet, was a crown. Not a delicate, ornamental thing meant for ceremonies. This was a proper war crown—silver and strong, with protective runes etched into the metal. Small gemstones were set at intervals around the band, each one glowing faintly with inner light.

The crowner walked towards us and bowed to both of us. "As of today, I have been invited by the Alpha to do what my ancestors have always done and has been passed down to me over the years." The crowner began and signaled to his servant to bring the crown which was made of raw gold and was glittering even in the dark while it rested on the pillow. "Finally, my girl is turning into a woman." Nolly laughed out loud. "And that is why I will ask this question to everyone standing right here." The crowner looked around.

The golden collar gleamed like a crown—and wasn't that the sickest joke of all? Kael had worn crowns. Small ones during ceremonies, elaborate ones for state functions, the simple circlet that marked him as Crown Prince during court sessions. He knew the weight of gold against skin, knew how it caught the light and proclaimed ownership, status, *power*. But he'd never seen gold used like this. Never seen it twisted into a symbol of possession rather than authority.

May tea set, pastries at blankets na galing pa ng Cordillera. Isa-isa kong sinipat ang paper bags. Binilang kung tama ang mga iyon sa bilang ng miyemnro ng noble family ng Visayas. Habang sinisipat ko ang isang blanket, may biglang nalaglag na sobre mula sa loob niyon. Kunot-noong dinampot ko ‘yon. Lalo akong nagtaka nang mapansin na ‘di iyon ang opisyal na greeting card ng Office of the Crown Prince. There’s no stamp and at the bottom flap there’s a white square sticker.

The honor a knight earns in battle, defense for the weak, and even standing bravely where no one will and can. THE CROWN. A royal blooded title, pride, and the entirety of their lives deal, where their world revolves and is only known for. Taken as the highest in the towering pedestal of their lives, it is the throne where blood and sins were covered. With its brightness and fame as the ruler and ruling stance of their lives, it is the dark and menacing life that only cares for power and luxury, that even the purest one can be tainted with its darkness.