Red Queen Crown Novels & Stories

It gleamed in the red light, and its unique shape left me wondering how I’d carry it all the time. I tightened my grip, unwilling to let go, and looked back at Sam. The Wrath demons closed in further, their presence shielding me from the rest of the realm. An elegant crown sat in Sam's hands. Gold swirls intricately intertwined, adorned with small rubies, and at the center sat a large ruby, similar to my necklace. It was a smaller, but far more beautiful version of Sam’s crown. “I hereby crown you Queen of Wrath,” Sam announced, his voice resonating with power. His eyes turned red, and I could sense his inner demon stirring. “Our Queen, our ruler, our ruby.”

I felt Alexander leans to me , his lips almost grazing my ear when he whispers to me. “Welcome home , my queen” he whispers in to my ear making me shiver. Both maidens walks over to me and lays the pillows on the table in front me before they turn to leave. On the first pillow , I admire a small dainty crown that sparkles. The tiara gems are a deep red colour , and from the red gems are steel stems that twist and curl . It looks absolutely beautiful and breath taking. I look over to the other pillow in confusion as I see an item clearly being covered with a black silk cloth.

That’s probably something I should know. “Raya will lead us out of hiding, and reign alongside our Alpha her fated mate. Never in history has our Alpha been mated to the Queen. Together they will unite our pack further, and give us strength unlike ever before.” Garret stepped forward at the moment, presenting me with a crown crafted of moonstone and silver. The crown shimmered with the moon’s radiance, feeling heavy upon my head, in more ways than one. I scanned the crowd again, looking for my grandfather’s light silver hair. Again, I was unable to spot him. The feeling in my gut stirred further, causing me to worry that something terrible had happened to him.

The chief guard and Rodrigo stepped forward, both holding golden crowns customized with the finest blend of gemstones that glittered even in the dark. The elder received the crowns one after the other and placed them on our heads, and then he took my palm and pulled out the ring the Queen, put in my finger the day she crowned me as first lady of the South, With that, he proceeded to insert new set of rings all belonging to the late Queen Golem's mother into my finger, with that he declared, "May your reigns be long, and may the peace between the dragons and the South extend for all eternity." Just as I was about to respond, I felt uncomfortable. As I tried to control myself, I suddenly spat

The Seven Princes of the kingdom, each one representing their noble clan, marched towards the ceremonial hall to acknowledge King Rashal's declaration on making Darina as the Royal Knight after the Order of Agabea, the first queen who ruled Clapestris. Darina marched with her golden armor as she grips on her scepter. The scepter is her royal insignia wherein attached an emerald stone that reveals the grand symbol of a lotus. No one knows except her and her royal parents that there is another symbol engraved in the emerald stone. It was an encrypted military insignia of the tiger kingdom.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

She was wearing a long,deep red gown with silver detailing along the hem and neck. In spite of her beautiful dress,there was something I noticed and I furrowed my brows. She was wearing a silver crown which shone on her dark hair. This crown wasn’t just a normal crown. It was the crown of the reigning monarch of Silverpine. I couldn’t say it and I hoped that I was wrong,that she had probably just put it on her head for fashion. “Where is Alpha Harold—“ I breathed out,preventing myself from stuttering.

I sometimes think this is a new tradition brought in recently with mates getting married as once you’re marked you have a bond for life and this is normally only broken when one of the pair dies, but this has been changed again with more mate pairs rejecting each other either from the beginning or when they no longer want to be with the other person later down the line. “Are you happy? Was this everything you wanted My Queen?” Ryder whispered in my ear, I was able to just about hear him over the music that was playing during the reception, but with him being so close sent shivers down my spine. “I’m very happy My King and this was a perfect day, the crown is perfect thank you.” I replied, ge

She wants to be near the Queen always, to touch her, to claim her as hers, but she can’t. She is just but a mere doll, and the Queen belongs to the King, whom she is certain would have her head on a chopping block should he learn how she feels about his Queen, and what they have done. Yuelan hides a smile at the blonde cuteness. The red stain on her cheeks makes her very alluring. Unable to help herself, she reaches out to push back the strand of hair blocking the girl’s view. Which she gently tucks behind her ear.

The Lunari chair stood empty, draped in black. I looked around, I seen my father sitting at the head of the table, our king, a towering figure in both stature and presence, exuded an aura of cold, unyielding ambition. His eyes, sharp and calculating, gleamed with an insatiable hunger for power an appetite that could never be sated, no matter how many kingdoms he claimed or how many crowns he added to his collection. His face was lined with the marks of age and experience, but there was no softness in his expression, no trace of kindness or warmth. The people who looked upon him saw not a father, but a ruler, a king forged from iron will and relentless desire for control.