Shadow Empress Crown Novels & Stories

The other half was made of silver, with delicate filigree patterns and blood stones gleamed from the centre of it. "Fuck me to hell." Shade whispered, just as stunned as me. "What is happening?" Vera chuckled as if she understood what was happening. Izza's eyes were confused, though. Blaine and I shared a look, still far away, still so tired to move.v The second one, the silver crown, floated towards Izza. She touched the crown with wonder in her eyes and took her fingers back as soon as she touched it, and Vera laughed. "Take it. It is yours." ----

She was a colossal sea fortress, four hundred feet long, featuring three massive iron towers that glowed with a terrifying, pulsating crimson light. High upon the central tower of the Blood Crown stood Emperor Malakor himself. His armour was terrifying, crimson scaled plate armour that looked like it was made from crystallised blood. Black shadow-feathers draped in a shroud over his broad shoulders, his face concealed behind a silver mask carved like a screaming daemon. In his right hand, he held a massive six-foot staff topped with a glowing, blood-red orb that pulsed in rhythm with the oceanic tide.

“I can feel you. I can feel the shadow. It’s so beautiful.” ​“I can feel the wolf,” I cried out, my vision blurring as the energy reached a breaking point. “Cassian, it’s too much!” ​“Hold on to me!” he commanded. “Don't let go!” ​At the moment of our peak, a massive explosion of light erupted from the obsidian tree. The Crown of the First Shadow appeared in the air above us, a circlet of woven silver and dark glass. It descended slowly, settling onto my brow with a weight that felt like the entire world.

Having so many voices inside your head at once can be daunting, especially if you don’t know how to block them out. ‘Welcome to the pack, beautiful.’ ‘Thank you,’ She whispered into our mind-link. Once Anja was back with me, I turned and retrieved the crown of the Queen – one my mother wore once upon a time. The crown I wear is large, platinum, and engraved with wolves howling to the moon. Anja’s is smaller and encrusted with white and clear jewels, perfect for my mate. Goddess, it makes her lightly tanned skink glow! As I placed it upon Anja’s head, her eyes closed for a moment, allowing the crown’s power to fill her veins.

"I bestow upon you this Queen's Crown, affirming your honor. You are the chosen future queen, destined to wed the prince." Elder William lifted the crown from the tray, an exquisite masterpiece crafted from the purest silver, adorned with the whitest gemstones, and embellished with radiant diamonds and moonstones. At its pinnacle, a moonlit blue sapphire shimmered, encircled by twelve dazzling diamond stars. Silver laurel leaves elegantly entwined the crown's base, reminiscent of waves cradling luminous stars. Such a crown surpasses our mortal craftsmanship; only the Moon Goddess could conceive such celestial beauty.

“What did you do to me?” “The Crown of Shadows is what Thalan is really seeking,” Queen Myela responds. “It is more than just a symbol of power; it’s part of an important legacy. The Crown of Shadows can only be gifted to a single shadow dragon; essentially, it gives you dominance over any shadow drake. The legend says you could control all the others with a thought or a well-spoken word.” “That’s more power than any dragon should have,” I shake my head, as if the crown now engraved into my flesh could simply fall off. “I don’t want it. I just want to find my way back to Primus and my children. This is more than I ever asked for.”

And tonight, it stirred. Elara Moonstone stood at the foot of the temple, the wind lashing her cloak around her legs, her silver circlet glinting like frost against her raven hair. Above her, broken spires stabbed the storm-heavy sky. The Crown of Thorns rested heavy on her brow, its magic carved from the price of power: pain, loss, and sacrifice.

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.”

"Talk to me! What did you see?!" "The barrier..." Seraphina gasped, her sapphire eyes wide with pure, unadulterated terror as she looked up at him, her vision slowly clearing of Selene’s bleeding reflection. "Cassian didn't wait for the moon! He used the Shadow Crown to force the dark fluid straight into the Seventh Seal! The First Emperor's prison is shattering now!" "Shit!" Lysander cursed, bringing his black stallion around in a tight, dust-raising turn. He drew his twin shadow blades, their obsidian edges humming with dark, lethal resonance. "Ashthorne, look at the northern ridge!"

The Queen’s Emblem," she announced. I looked down at the palm of my hand. It was forged from a metal that seemed to glow from within. A circular medallion made of shimmering white gold, about the size of a large coin. A high-relief carving of a blooming peony, its petals layered so finely they looked soft to the touch. Each petal was tipped with a microscopic pink diamond. Resting atop the flower was a delicate, emerald-encrusted crown, identical to the one the Queen wore.