Paper Crown Novels & Stories

I feel like I can't move around! "That's right!" Katheran showed a satisfied look, "The crown symbolizes royal power, it will not only limit your actions and words. It will also keep you firmly in the fold. When you choose to wear a crown, it means you have to bear the weight it brings. Only by defending the royal power to the death can the crown be kept from falling! By the way, the crown at my coronation was 3 times heavier than this one! But soon, you'll be able to feel how I felt!"

This one was made of blackened bone and shadowy metal. And wrapped around it, a note. I unfolded it with shaking hands. Three days, Your Majesty. Then you'll understand what you've really agreed to. - Nyx "What does that mean?" I asked. Ezra examined the crown without touching it. "It's a Shadow Crown. Symbol of authority in the Shadow Court." "Why would she leave this here?" "Because," Ezra said quietly, "she's not just offering you a cure, she's offering you membership. In the Shadow Court itself."

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

Thousands of loyal wolves from every allied pack stand in hushed silence as the ancient elders step forward, lifting the heavy, gleaming Eternal Silver Crown and placing it firmly upon my head. The atmosphere is charged with a profound, reverent awe that commands absolute stillness across the entire summit. The crown, forged from the purest starlight-infused metal of the first vault, hums with a familiar, comforting resonance against my brow, anchoring my spirit to the collective heartbeat of our united people.

For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this position. "It seems that there aren't any letters addressed from the border lands." Claude tells me while still searching through the envelopes. "Though there is this one with a different seal, my lady." "What do you mean by different?" All pack leaders usually use the same seal all over Lumina, although different colour of envelopes as to determine the pack it's from. The seal indicates the Colony's crest, which is a dagger with its tip facing upwards and a crown hanging loosely struck by the dagger. "I've known for sure that the Colony's crest is used as the seal for every letter that circles around

“Good. Let them taste fear before they die.” ………………….. In Greta the morning light poured into the palace as Tara met King Asher in the royal gardens. She carried a small, beautifully wrapped candle. “I wanted to thank you for supporting my business,” Tara said, offering the gift. Asher unwrapped it, intrigued. “A candle?” “A special one. A herb scent that eases fatigue. You’ve been working hard, Your Grace. I thought you’d appreciate it.” He brought the candle to his nose, inhaling the subtle, refreshing aroma. His eyes brightened, this candle seemed to be working as he felt his fatigue wearing off.

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

Even the vampires, who bowed to no living thing, dipped their heads in acknowledgment. A crown was brought forth not the heavy gold circlet I had worn, not a symbol of dominion and divine right, but something entirely different. It was woven from moon-silver that seemed to glow with its own light and phoenix feathers that burned without consuming, a crown that represented unity rather than supremacy, service rather than rule, balance rather than power.

the witch said. “And?” I asked, “Say what you have to say.” The three witches look at each other. Nerves visible in their porcelain faces. “A crown,” the witch said as she lowered her head. Frowning, I throw them a questioning look. What crown were they speaking of? “Have you heard about the Ruby Crown?” The witch asked. I shake my head. I had never heard of a Ruby Crown. I didn’t understand where they were going with this. Letting them know they could continue. I watch as they take a seat.

"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.