Royal Crowns Novels & Stories

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

"This changes our understanding of what we face. Not just a power-hungry vampire queen, but one attempting to corrupt the very foundations of supernatural authority." "But we have one of the original crowns intact," I pointed out, hope rising within me. "Could it counteract their corrupted versions?" Sebastian's expression grew thoughtful. "Perhaps. Royal artifacts respond to their rightful bloodlines. If worn by one of Royal descent during the lunar eclipse..." My fingers hovered near the crown, not quite touching it. "It would need to be Matthias or me." "Both, ideally," Sebastian corrected. "The crown was designed to be shared between siblings of Royal blood, to prevent any one ruler from

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…

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

It was just as delicious, and once you took a sniff, you quickly became hooked and killed without realizing it. She glanced at them, a smirk stretching over her bow-shaped lips that seemed to have been colored with something bolder and darker than blood, and her eyes glittered with a predator's gleam. She watched them more like prey and pawns than her people. “All hail the Luna!” They fell to their knees and bowed until their foreheads touched the glossy black floor tiles at the thunderous and unrestrained order, hailing the powerful Luna. She watched them with thrill, and as she laughed, the esoteric and sinister sound reverberated throughout her royal chamber. After all, that was where the

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

The return itself had already made a statement. And the school was listening. The main hall of Obscura Arcanum was never truly quiet. Even in winter. Voices echoed off vaulted stone ceilings. Footsteps layered in overlapping rhythms as students carried trunks toward their respective houses. The banners overhead shifted faintly in the air currents, Everley’s deep blue and silver nearest the eastern stair, Hawthorne’s forest green toward the west, Nerezza’s dark crimson lining the shadowed corridor, and the gold-threaded black of Aurelian hanging alone near the center like a reminder of something reclaimed.

"I'm listening?" "Well, you see... it's in the tradition. The throne shouldn't be vacant for more than a month and it's about three months now that no one has sat on the throne. So the elders and I have agreed that you'll be crowned King in two weeks time and also, your wedding will take place on the day of your coronation." "Wait...all these are too much for me."

Its towers reached into the clouds. “That is where the first crown was created.” Ian stared at it. “What do you want from us?” The ancient king looked at him. “Nothing.” Then he looked at me. “I want you to see what your ancestors refused to see.” The palace doors opened. Inside was a throne. Two crowns rested upon it. One was black. One was white. Between them lay a sword. Ian moved closer. “What are those?” “The choices that created your bloodline.” I looked at the white crown.