Royal Crowns Novels & Stories

Then there were whispers. “Αlphα King Killiαn.” “Lunα Queen Liαnα.” “Is thαt their son? Oh my God.” The hαll wαs grαnd. I meαn‚ reαlly grαnd. Red cαrpet stretched out like α royαl pαth strαight to the front stαge‚ αnd there were gold decorαtions‚ flowers‚ soft music plαying in the bαckground. Two mαssive thrones sαt on the stαge‚ one for the Αlphα King αnd the other for his Queen. Beside them‚ in α cleαr‚ glαss box with silver trimmings‚ wαs the crown. It wαs so beαutiful‚ αnd even though it wαs α modern-dαy gαlα‚ the trαdition of the crowning ceremony still held strong. Seeing thαt crown mαde everything reαl.

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

Kael protested. "You need titles for formal occasions," she insisted. "Traditional or innovative?" Through the bond, we considered. "The Broken Crown," Lyra said suddenly. "That is what we are. Five pieces of what should be singular authority, shattered and reformed into something new." Silence. Then slow nods. "The Broken Crown," Queen Elara repeated, testing the phrase. "The Council of Five, known as the Broken Crown. I approve." She stood, and the Court stood with her.

It was just because among the other men in the palace, it was the leader of his knights who liked Emery and was also close to her so there was always a possibility. Either way, when the knight stopped by to greet him, Emperor Claus asked, “We are about to go back to the capital. Is there something else you need to do?” “I came to deliver a message,” Castor replied, showing him the sealed envelope. Taking a closer look at the seal, it had the crown symbol on it. Only the direct members of the royal family were allowed to use such a seal so it only meant that the letter was from his brother. “What exactly does Prince Cornelius want to say to her?” the emperor asked, tempted to open the letter

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

It seemed to shimmer with every movement, catching the light and commanding attention. But what caught my eye the most was the golden crown adorning his head. It was a sight to behold—a symbol of his authority and status as the ruler of Arodona. The crown was studded with glistening gemstones, each one capturing the light and casting a radiant glow. Its intricate design spoke of craftsmanship and regality, leaving no doubt that this man was indeed the king. The crown sat atop his head, perfectly balanced, and accentuated his noble features. It added an undeniable aura of power and responsibility to his presence. I couldn't help but be captivated by the way he carried himself, his every movem