Rapunzel's Crown Ring Novels & Stories

I held the mother fucker ring in my hand and thought it must be the tricks from the fucking two reptile heads. "Are you fucking doing a trick on the ring?!" I roared. They covered their heads and exclaimed, "No, sir!" "I swear I didn't do it!" "We can't change the size of an object! That's not something that we can do!" "So why this fucking ring is getting larger and smaller by itself?!" I shouted. "It's a relic ring, sir. It's King Czar's ring." "It's made by a Gifted One and given to King Czar as a present when he was young."

"Then name her. If she is to rule, let her be crowned. If not, cast her out." Leofric looked to me. My heart yelled. Sabine stepped forward, a crown in her hands. Not gold, not silver. Emotion Carved with runes. Drenched in ancient magic. "Once this is placed, the bond is sealed," she warned. "And if broken, both bearers pay the price." I looked at Leofric. At the nobles. At Liora, smirking. And then I nodded. Sabine placed the crown on my head.

Centuries of governance, decision-making, the weight of responsibility and the satisfaction of serving something larger than individual ambition. But more than memories, the crown brought understanding. Knowledge of why the kingdom had preserved itself through exile, what they'd been waiting for, the hopes and dreams of people who'd maintained faith that their princess would eventually return to lead them home. The magical manifestation reached its peak as her enhanced abilities synchronized with the crown's ancient power. Light erupted from the circlet in patterns that painted visions across the amphitheater's crystal surfaces—glimpses of the kingdom's history, images of its possible future

she whispered. Richard let out a quiet breath, the corners of his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. "Alright then... but only if you promise not to interrupt." She raised a hand clumsily, her pinky wobbling in the air. "Promise." He arched a brow, amused despite himself. "You sure about that?" Annabelle nodded earnestly, eyes wide and innocent. "Cross my heart." Richard smirked, shaking his head in disbelief. "Alright then... once upon a time, there was a girl named Rapunzel - she had the longest hair you could imagine. So long it could touch the floor when she stood on a chair."

Looking around him, he noticed that it was a truly beautiful place, although due to its size it seemed lonely, he realized that apart from Keil, there was no one else. Near the place where he was sitting he noticed a simple, but elegant black cane, which was floating motionless a short distance away and on his legs as if he were waiting for its owner was a crown of grayish metal with three prongs, in The base of each of those prongs was a beautiful gem, the gems on each side being pure white and absolute black, the one in the center had all the colors of the rainbow and was slowly changing from one side to the other. tonality. He casually placed the crown on his head, but doing that was a te

All wore matching masks. For my jewellery, I apparently didn't have a choice. Luzo grabbed several pieces from a bag and I frowned at her. "The King insisted you wear this." She said with a glint in her eyes. I looked at the golden pieces she had in her hands. A small golden necklace which made my whole outfit look elegant, several golden bracelets and a golden ring with a blue diamond. It was fitted around my ring finger and looked exactly like a wedding ring. "The King is so generous. No other woman received jewellery." Guela dreamily said.

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,”

White diamonds were scattered from large to small sizes around the pink diamond to accentuate it. It was dazzling, and every angle of the crown shone brightly. It took one glance to know how priceless it was! The maids put up Lucy’s hair in a bun that looked like a flower bud. Lucy could hardly feel her head after putting on the crown. The crown was very heavy, at least six to eight pounds. Lucy looked a little bitter. “Mrs. Hudson, can I not wear this? It’s… too heavy.” Lucy looked pitifully at Helen, the royal housekeeper, who was still helping Lucy put on multiple accessories.

he said. “I love you too, Declan,” I repeated. Before my eyes could flutter closed, I noticed something shiny, and gold wrapped around my daughter’s wrist. A wolf, a crown, a sapphire, a heart, and a castle.

Never! He smiled with a proud glint in his eye as she lifted her head. One of the attendants offered a rough-looking black circular crown, the top spike in the center adorned with a massive black gemstone. Around the circlet's base are four long horn-like thorns. Nothing about the crown screamed glamor; everything about it roared status and dominance.