Rainbow Crown Novels & Stories

"That crappy orchard your brother bought. It’s got quite a bit of rosemary in it. Ha! Not only has that dump never made a single dime, we still have to pay a crew to maintain it every year." A thought flickered in my mind. I knew that place. The orchard sat on a ruined silver mine, its trees drawing on the soil and the breath of silver for years, gaining a power to ward off evil. The Haunts came with the wind, but silver tamed the wind. Those trees were worth far more than my mother and brother could ever imagine. If my infant spirits had wielded weapons made from that wood, they would have been unstoppable.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

"Daddy, isn't my dress pretty? Grandma gave this to me for my birthday this year!" Rowan adored Wanda. He leaned down and scooped up the little princess. "Grandma has great taste. Our Wanda is just like a princess." Wanda smiled, her eyes crinkling with delight. She pointed to the crystal crown. "Daddy, this crown is a gift from Mommy. Isn't it really pretty, too?" The crown, studded with crystals, sparkled brilliantly. The central diamond, the largest one, was about the size of a fingernail, and it was clearly worth a fortune.

Drezic came around behind him and gently lifted him so he was above his aunt and had easier access to put it on. “Thanks Dad.” Tasrin spoke as he ran around to the side. The beautiful green stems of the flowers made the base of the crown and connecting pieces as the purple and yellow flowers gave it color. “Well how does it look?” Rosalie asked with a smile. “You are way to pretty to adorn something I have made.” Tasrin spoke as his jaw dropped. Rosalie giggled happily as she gently touched it with her finger. With magic she set it in almost like glass as it did nothing but sturdy the crown.

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.

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

I exclaimed happily, twirling around for emphasis. Saturday came and all the preparations had been put into place. Grandma Rose and Pernwél had come to the Beta quarters to help me get ready. Pernwél had made me a crown with dried herbs from Grandma Rose’s pantry. She had woven together Lavender and twigs of Rosemary, tying them together with a cream colored ribbon. With a fine metal wire she had wrapped mountain crystals between the purple flowers. She tied the fragile crown around my loose hair with the ribbon, making my whole outfit come together.

Taking a breath, Brawen seemed to find it difficult to calm down. If God's Crown naturally disappears, there's nothing to worry about, but if it's stolen, I'm pretty sure, because how much god must that person be to be able to get the Divine Crown that is behind. Brawen that she did not know. Brawen glanced around. The Crown of God is created by Titania from eternal light, but around the royal palace is still bright as day and the flowers are still blooming and blooming, proving that the Crown God is still here, very Very close.

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”