Shadow Empress Crown Novels & Stories

“It’s half his empire. Fifty billion, rough guess.” She froze, rain trickling down her neck, her heart thumping loud enough to drown out the storm. “Bullshit.” “I don’t mess around with cash,” he said, locking eyes with her, steady and hard. “Problem is, you’re not alone in it.” The crowd was breaking up now, people shuffling to their fancy cars, but Sienna’s head was spinning too fast to care. Half the empire? Dorian had acted like she was a ghost her whole life—why this now? And who was the other half stuck with?

She carried a small velvet box in her hands. “You didn’t have to call me that,” I teased, smiling faintly. “I know,” she said, grinning back. “But I wanted to be the first.” She held out the box. Inside was a delicate crown, silver and moonstone, its centerpiece shaped like a crescent moon cradling a single tear-shaped crystal. “The crown,” I murmured, touching it reverently. Mira nodded. “Forged from the same silver used for the boundary stones. It’s said to protect against dark magic.”

We sat down in the engagement chairs and finally the priest started chanting his mantra blessing the engagement rings “it’s beautiful shiva”I smiled looking at the ring in my fourth finger it was a emerald gold ring it was very beautiful “It’s the family earloom it’s always passed down to the princesses but the crown princess own is the most special cause of the emerald in the middle represents her status and royalty” Shivaay father explained to me and Silvia I noticed Silvia’s ring was golden too with a similar design to mine the only difference was the emerald on mine.

The pack roars with laughter and many of the members begin to chant, "Let her sit, let her sit." Victor stands beside my throne and the head elder walks towards him holding my crown on a golden pillow. I gasp when he hands the crown to Victor. The crown is gold filigree with diamonds and emeralds on the tops of each point. Just over Victor's shoulder I can see the Blood Moon shining brightly in the sky. It is almost at its highest point in the night sky. Looking back at Victor I notice that he has already begun his speech. I cringe inwardly hoping that I have not missed anything important.

Silence hugs the temple, but my heartbeat is loud, booming through my ears, when I’m made to kneel before her, tilting my head down. Grandma Ella appears before me, Grandpa Ryatt beside her, and I feel the weight of a crown placed on my head. A crown of precious stones–gems from every corner of Eastonia. Emeralds, sapphires, and polished obsidian from Veiled Valley. Diamonds, turquoise, and aquamarine from Tarsian. Rubies and emeralds from the Roguelands. And moonstones from Moonrise that glow a bright crimson as my powers ignite the moment the crown is placed on my head.

The two of them lift the veil and then pick up a golden velvet box that is on a small podium. As soon as they open it I see a delicate tiara, it's set with diamonds and some emeralds, rubies, and sapphires, and the surrounding magic is soft and gentle. I know I have my crown as Empress, but I can't wear it now and this one is the replacement. "Ayla Smaragdus, you have always been My Green Moonlight." Soren began to speak. "You've always been the Light I didn't know I needed," Victor added.

At the room’s center stood a raised platform, and upon it, a pedestal. And on that pedestal, something glowed. Elior stepped forward, his breath caught in his throat. It was a crown. Not like the one he carried, the First Crown, bound in iron and restraint. This one was different. It shimmered with a faint, otherworldly light, its silver surface untouched by age. At its center, embedded in the metal, was a single blue gemstone that pulsed like a heartbeat. Myrra inhaled sharply. “The Second Crown.”

Shadows shifted, dancing around them with silent curiosity. Serena’s breath caught as they came to a wide chamber, its ceiling disappearing into darkness. At its center stood a pedestal—black as night, veins of light pulsing through it like the beat of a heart. Upon it rested a crown. Simple, regal, and utterly wrong. “It’s not real,” Elias said quickly, stepping forward. “It’s a test.”

Vesper the dragon fluttered off Silas's shoulder, hovering two feet above the child's head, its starry wings glowing softly. Dominic and Clara reached out together, their hands joining over the Crown of the Sovereign Heir. Together, the Emperor and Empress picked up the glowing circlet, gently lowering it onto Prince Silas's dark curls. The moment the crown touched Silas's head, the four elemental gems on the circlet flared to life! THUUUUUUUUUUUUUM! Silas’s tri-blood core went into overdrive!

"The old elders. They will not accept your reign. They've taken the Nightshade Hill and claim Vladimir's return is near." The pack fell silent. Gaze was turned upon Emereah. She took a slow step forward, lifting her chin, the flame flickering on her blade. "They want war? Then they'll see what an Alpha is made of." Her voice increased, no longer timid, no longer wavering. "I did not take this crown. I paid for it in blood. I rose from a grave meant for me. I carry the blood of the fallen and the fire of those they were afraid of. I am not the darkness of Vladimir. I am the tempest they did not anticipate."