Rainbow Crown Novels & Stories

Just beauty for its own sake. Flowers bloomed from our palms, each one reflecting a different perspective. Golden roses for Kael's fierce devotion. Silver lilies for Rhett's sharp intelligence. Blue orchids for Darius's gentle strength. Violet nightshade for Marcus's dark history transformed. And in the center, a bloom that shifted through every color—Lyra's cosmic nature, containing multitudes. We wove them together into a crown. Not for wearing. Just for creating. Just to prove that even as one being, we could still make beautiful things.

Everyone elegantly adjusted their luxurious attire, eagerly watching the doors of the hall. Standing at the back of the crowd, the first thing I saw was the incredibly shiny crown. It was a crown made of nothing but rubies and gold. Under the illumination of the crystal chandeliers, it was so magnificent that it was unbelievable. The central ruby on the crown was as large as a stone. The light it reflected exuded a fiery hue.

Yet today, her heart raced with the anticipation of a new beginning. "Yes, sister," Elen responded, quickly weaving her hair into a braid. She adorned herself in a simple purple gown, the fabric whispering of her anticipation as she readied herself to celebrate the ascension of her beloved Prince Addison. Upon stepping outside her room, Elen's eyes fell upon Chiara, who was attired in a resplendent red gown adorned with glistening accessories. A pang of bitterness fluttered through Elen's heart as she beheld the stark contrast between their appearances. With their parents, they made their way to the carriage, the anticipation hanging thick in the air as they journeyed to the palace.

Lyra felt the power inside her chest rise like a flood against breaking ribs. Cassian’s voice behind her. Low. Urgent. “Lyra…” She didn’t look back. The crowns fused together in midair. Bone grinding against metal. Becoming something new. Something ancient. Something waiting centuries for her hands. The Bone Crown descended slowly toward Lyra’s head. And the Hollow Queen screamed.

“The Crown of Balance.” Aria stepped toward it—but paused. Her heart thundered. “This is not a symbol of rule,” she said. “It’s a promise.” Kael placed his hand over hers. “Then make it.” She lifted the crown. --- A great wind howled through the Heartspire. Fire rose. Light bled through the walls. All across the valley below, the tribes looked up—witnessing the eruption of gold and crimson that spilled from the spire’s summit. And in that flame, they saw her.

“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.”

They spun together, forming a shape. Not a person. Not a portal. Something smaller. Simpler. But unmistakably important. A crown. A snow crown. It hung in the air, floating, shimmering with faint blue light. Every wolf stared at it in horrified awe. Lucian fell over sideways. “No no no no no. Absolutely not. Why is there a floating crown.” Elara whispered, “That is the High King’s crown.” Marek looked at me, fear tightening his voice. “Aveline. What does this mean.”

I do just that, lifting the lid of the box to reveal the item sitting inside dark red velvet. I gasp at its beauty, the circlet is a whitish-grey colour that's twined with strong twigs and adorned with an onyx stone at the center. The opaque nature makes it look as though there's a million stars gathered in it. “Do you like it?” I don't know how long I've remained speechless, just staring down on it. “Mother… of course, I love it… so much.” I tell her earnestly. Picking it up, I replace the flower crown on my head and mother pushes a mirror into my hand.

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

Alpha Caleb smiled, his eyes sparkling with pride. "My beloved children," he began, his voice brimming with emotion, "today, I present to you a symbol of your growth, resilience, and dedication. Inside this box lies the ancient crown, a symbol of authority and leadership that has been passed down through generations." Ethan and Ava exchanged glances, their hearts filled with a mixture of gratitude and awe. They approached the box, their hands trembling slightly as they lifted the lid. Nestled within was a magnificent crown, adorned with intricately carved symbols representing unity, strength, and wisdom.