Royal Crowns Novels & Stories

A man was about to take a step when a strong wind blocked her, and blew her away. "Take step and you'll taste the death." He said, royal blood is not normal like any other elementias. They're strong and more powerful, the first king of their bloodline isn't from a royal family but it manages to be a king because of its strength. Using his strength and power alone, he defeated the royals and became king on his own. Royals since they were born, they're power has already awakened. And at a young age, they already master their elemental power and train hard to surpass their own capabilities. And also their eyes, they have extravagant eyes that will make you kneel in an instant.

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

"They never agreed to crown you." I didn't have an answer for that yet. I needed three weeks to earn one. • • • I'd assumed the coronation would be ceremony … old words, old crown, a formality laid over something already decided. Then the council brought out the Silvercrest crown, ancient and beautiful, etched with the names of rulers going back further than the Charter itself, and I understood exactly what it said the moment I looked at it. Silvercrest first. Alliance second. "I don't want it."

It's a visual reminder that Alexander's reign will be different from those that came before. I stand to Alexander's right as tradition dictates, wearing a gown of deep blue silk that matches the formal robes Kieran wears to my left. The crown jewels have been modified for this ceremony—instead of one crown, there are three circlets of varying designs that will mark us as co-rulers. Mine is silver with moonstone accents, Kieran's is crafted from a rare wood inlaid with healing crystals, and Alexander's remains the traditional gold and sapphires of the royal line. "Are you ready for this?" I whisper to Alexander as the elders prepare the ceremonial oils.

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.

Sephora squeezed his hand, "And if I'm to be stuck baby-sitting the Lords of Igritann, you're going down with me." A familiar face now walked up onto the wooden platform. His dark skin glowing in the sun, his kind eyes shining with pride, both at his new King and Queen and at the master-piece he now held in his hands. Mathew presented Ambrose and Sephora with a pair of crowns. One was gold with what looked like the peaks of a mountain, and the other, looked like the sweeping golden wings of a pheonix. Sephora had asked the blacksmith to make them a couple of hours after she'd sent the letter. Ambrose huffed a laugh at the sight of the crowns, resting his forehead against Sephora's with adora

They were the stewards of the land, entrusted with the welfare and prosperity of their people. As the ceremony reached its pinnacle, the crowns themselves were brought forth, symbols of authority and unity. Kendrick's crown was studded with precious gemstones, reflecting the strength of his rule, while the Faith's crown was adorned with delicate filigree, symbolizing her wisdom and grace. The king's crown was placed upon Kendrick's head with a regal solemnity, a weight that he accepted with a sense of duty and honor. The queen's crown followed, its gentle placement a reminder of the delicate balance she would bring to the kingdom.

“That rule applies to all but the royal family. Whatever you do, be kind to them.” I gave Nicholas a look, hoping to indicate that I would never be unkind to anyone. He offered a small smile in exchange. He knew that. But he wanted to warn me. I nodded, understanding. Zale continued to speak, “You will know who is of royal blood because only the royals are permitted to wear crowns.” “The larger the crown, the more important the royal,” Nicholas whispered to me. I nodded, grateful for the tip. “Now,” Zale continued. “If you are ready…?”

Bernice was so pleased with the crown that the satisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed. "You know what? The crown is based on the original one from Kral's mother's wedding. It's called the Moonlight Crown, and for royalty, it's only owned by a recognized queen. And I am their future queen. " I did not speak, but picked it up and placed it carefully over Bernice's hair. The crown graced her beauty. "Bernice, the first guests of the royal family have arrived. Are you ready?" Our father knocked on the door and looked at Bernice, who was already dressed, with satisfaction.

The honor a knight earns in battle, defense for the weak, and even standing bravely where no one will and can. THE CROWN. A royal blooded title, pride, and the entirety of their lives deal, where their world revolves and is only known for. Taken as the highest in the towering pedestal of their lives, it is the throne where blood and sins were covered. With its brightness and fame as the ruler and ruling stance of their lives, it is the dark and menacing life that only cares for power and luxury, that even the purest one can be tainted with its darkness.