Royal Crowns Novels & Stories

It was quiet, so quiet if i was to gulp loudly, the whole room would hear it. The elder reached for the spectres on a red cushion placed on a wooden table and handed each of us to hold. "As Alpha Adrian's mate, his Luna, in blood, flesh and air, you will rise as the Queen of Cosmos Kingdom when I place this crown on your head." The elders thick voice announced. With my head bent low, I waited as the elder placed Adrian's crown on his head before reaching for my crown and gently placing it on mine. The crown was heavy, it was made out of pure gold and diamonds. I kept my neck straight, giving support to my head and allowed myself to get accustomed to the heaviness.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned on his right jacket. “This is Prince Jet Cynate, younger brother of Prince Flint Onyx, the one who’s looking personally for a qualified bride.” The maidens were whispering and giggling as they heard the prince’s name, while Hannah just looked in front of them. “Prince Flint was asking a favor of Prince Jet. He’s the one who will choose the bride that will match the prince’s taste since, unfortunately, Prince Flint is so busy right now.” She can’t help but to arch her brow once more. What a douche.

At once, two people stepped onto the stage beside her with a crown on each tray. "These crowns are infused with our long-flourishing history and magic that has been passed down from ages to us. The magic stored inside them will give you the power to rule over the Coven and the absolute authority as its protector," she revealed, and although I had seen the very same crowns a million times before, seeing them here brought out a surreal feeling.

His golden eyes lifted to mine. “Are you ready, my Queen?” I nodded. The grand hall of coronation had been transformed into something magnificent. Towering pillars wrapped in cascading white roses lined the long aisle. Banners bearing the royal crest hung from the high vaulted ceiling — a silver wolf beneath a crescent moon stitched against a field of midnight blue. Hundreds of candles flickered along the walls, their flames reflecting against polished marble and gold-trimmed balconies where nobles and pack leaders from distant territories had gathered.

Hehe. "Wow! I never saw a card like this. You're truly rich, Agape!" Astonished, they took my card from me and scanned it. It was made in pure gold, silver and platinum. It has 'Royalty Card' words engraved to it using melted diamond. On the top right, it has a symbol of a crown. Mine's a tiara since I'm a Princess yet. And yes, the symbol depends on the royal's position in their household. I saw father's Royal Card before. His symbol was a King's crown since he was a King.

Hallow stepped forward, bearing a plush, crimson velvet cushion holding twin sovereign coronets—crafted of dark, forged dragon-steel intertwined with polished silver starlight-iron. Cassian reached out, taking the slender, radiant silver crown. He turned to Kira, his gaze burning with intense pride and devotion, and placed it gently upon her luminous, starlight-woven hair. Kira reached up, her fingers light and precise, setting the heavier dragon-steel crown upon Cassian’s brow. Together, they turned as one to face the assembly as co-sovereigns, officially uniting the Eastern Citadel and the Northern Royal territories under a single, invincible realm.

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

“Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?” I darted my tongue to lick my dry lips as I nodded my head as the man muttered. “I do,” “With the power of god, I may pronounce you as the Queen of Nitholirc, wife of Lords of Nitholirc and hope of people,” My heart fluttered as he gently picked the crown with his both hands and Claus bowed slightly as he placed it on his head as people cheered and clapped. My chest tightened with uneasiness, and I swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat.

The Throne's Choice Something rose above the Royal Citadel. Slowly. Anciently. Like a forgotten nightmare waking after thousands of years. The battlefield fell silent. Every soldier. Every statue. Every monster. Frozen. Watching. Waiting. Then the thing emerged fully. God. It wasn't a creature. Fair. That would have been easier. Reasonable honestly. It was a crown. A gigantic floating crown. Black crystal. Ancient gold. Covered in symbols older than the kingdom itself.