Shadow Empress Crown Novels & Stories

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

Never seen it twisted into a symbol of possession rather than authority. The collar around her throat was exquisite. He could see that even from where he stood in the shadows, even through the red haze of rage that clouded his vision. Three bands of braided gold, wide as his thumb, fitted perfectly to her slender neck. Intricate scrollwork decorated the metal, ancient symbols that his education recognized as Old Realm script—the language of their ancestors, before the kingdom was unified, before the Dravenharts claimed the throne. He could just make out the words etched into the gold: *Property. Bound. Claimed.*

Valli bowed and moved towards Ren's side. Setsu & Natsu walked up together giving a bow of respect. They did not speak as they removed their gifts. *Schup!* A very large map was pulled out that covered the entire territory of the Empire locations from their enemies. The energy exuded from it allowed all to know it's power. The map was in the Breaking Bonds Realm and had a spirit of its own inside it. *Schup!* A crown was pulled out that radiated a gentle breeze of mental energy. The crowd could not hold back on seeing this. It was the crown that Empress Malificent wore when founding the Empire.

“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?

Chapter: The Rise of Omahie One month had passed since the royal wedding. Emily and Damien were crowned together in a breathtaking twilight ceremony held at the summit of the Whispering Hills, where the magic of the ancients still clung to the earth. Their new kingdom would not rise from soil soaked in war, but from love, unity, and vision. Emily wore the Diamond Crown, a relic passed down from a forgotten line of queens, re-forged with her own bloodstone at its center. Damien held the Magical Staff of the Moonsworn, carved from celestial ashwood and glowing with old power.

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.