Shadow Empress Crown Novels & Stories

Being cared for all the time, her heart felt warm. "Ms. Hammond, the crown you are wearing on your head is created by the international master Herbert. The crown is adorned with 11 rare pink emeralds and diamonds. The pink emeralds alone are extremely rare, not to mention their similar sizes. Each one is handcrafted by the designer and has excellent color. Although Ms. Hammond is naturally beautiful, with their support, you will be even more stunning and radiant." Listening silently to the woman introducing her expensive belongings, Britney couldn't help but ask, "Did I wear a private jet on me?"

She realized that this was not just a crown but a symbol of everything she had fought against, everything she had feared. With a swift movement, the reflection’s fingers danced around the shards, the air around them tinged with a spectral glow. Each piece sang with energy, vibrating with stories of those who had worn the crown before. Autumn could feel their whispers, the triumphs and tragedies resonating through the air, urging her to understand, to embrace the legacy that echoed in her blood.

Then, with a groan, the iron door shifted, revealing a stairway spiraling into darkness. They descended cautiously. What awaited them wasn’t a chamber of secrets but a sanctuary—untouched by war, sealed away from time. Candles burned eternally on the walls, enchanted flames flickering blue and silver. In the center of the room stood a pedestal bearing a single object: A crown. But not just any crown. This one was forged of blackened silver and crimson stone—its aura commanding, regal, and foreboding. Aria’s breath caught in her throat. “The Crown of Eldara.”

His eyes met mine, storm and softness woven together. I turned back. “There will be no new crown. No new dynasty. No next generation of chained blood.” And then I pulled a velvet box from beneath the podium and opened it. Inside was a silver circlet. Wreathed in fire-shaped metal. Twisted. Scarred. Beautiful. “The Blackwood Crown,” I said. “Forged from the original heirloom. Melted. Recast. Not a symbol of rule. But of rebellion.” And I placed it on the podium—not my head.

It was her words before the Great Revolt happened. Ashriel bit her lower lips. She felt her chest tighten as she opened it, revealing Meredith’s old diaries and letters. Ashriel dug deeper and saw some maps with red and blue marks. At the very bottom was another metal box covered with twelve jewels. A crown was beautifully carved on top. The La Elora emblem.

The crown is decorated with blue, pink and purple sapphires, diamonds and opals creating a gorgeous prism effect when it catches the light. “You are to be your own Queen, Lemuel. A Queen, unlike any this kingdom has had before. You are not ruled by the Queens of the past, but free to lay your own path, and so Haemon and I felt that a new Queen deserves a new crown,” she says proudly as she places the crown upon Lemuel’s head.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in my shivering form clad in torn clothes, the rumpled bed, as well as the freshly showered form of Xavier. “What the hell is going on here?!” she screeches. Her eyes do a once over around the room one more time before settling her poisonous gaze on me. My body shudders subconsciously from the venom spewing from her eyes as well as the clear knowledge of what she is capable of. With long, soft flowing hair, a voluptuous body with curves in all the right places, legs going for miles, and a face that the goddess has obviously- t taken her time with, Bianca is an absolutely gorgeous woman.

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.

“I am honored, my Queen.” A movement stirred at the edge of the gathered Unseelie. From within the parted ranks, Soraya stepped forward. The crowd shifted instinctively to make way for her. In her hands, she carried something wrapped in deep midnight velvet. As she reached the front of the courtyard, she lowered gracefully to one knee before Kaelani. Then she lifted the cloth away. Resting in her palms was a crown unlike anything forged in mortal kingdoms. It was not gold. It was shadowglass and starlight.