Shattered Crown Novels & Stories

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

The ring glowed. Isolde's expression changed. "Take that ring off." I smiled. "No." "You don't understand what it contains." "I understand enough." "It will destroy you." Lucien stepped closer to the screen. "Then you'll have to come and try." Isolde's eyes narrowed. "You think love makes you stronger?" "No." Lucien looked at me. "I think choosing her does." The Crown exploded with light. Every screen shattered. A final message appeared in the air. TRUE CROWN BOND: COMPLETE.

I say, before rereading the prophecy. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night She will begin to heal He who is broken "Okay, that part makes sense. Although, similar to what GoldMoon told us, the word ‘broken’ isn’t exactly accurate. Dominic isn't broken, he was abused and scarred.” “It’s semantics, Princess, just like with the Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind, or as we now call it, The Gift of the Ceryneian Hind, Dominic is described as broken. Maybe the prophecy used that word because he can’t shift.”

Someone who had been orchestrating more than they had realized. Nathan’s jaw tightened. “So… there’s a third player.” Dorian’s lips twisted into a bitter laugh. “I told you. You never knew the whole game.” Alina’s heart pounded. “Who… who is that?” The figure’s voice came through the speakers, cold and controlled. “You’ve been fighting pawns while I’ve been moving the pieces. The fragments… your lives… the city… it’s all under my control now.” 1. The Revelation Nathan’s mind raced. “Control… the fragments… how?”

Bardolph attacked Lobo, but bound warriors crashed between them, and the courtyard exploded into snarls before Conri’s command froze Northridge blades. “Stop!” I shouted, and my voice carried enough royal blood that even several Blackfang warriors stumbled beneath it. The servant’s blood crawled toward the crown like a thin red thread, and my sister watched it with horror and longing fighting across her face. Otsana threw silver dust across the thread, breaking it before the crown could drink fully, but the damage had already begun. “The crown tasted unwilling blood,” Otsana said, looking at me as if the night had just become shorter.

Silver shields rose throughout the chamber. Some shattered immediately. Others held. Several warriors cried out as the spears struck the ground around them. The palace descended into chaos once more. --- Malrik saw something no one else did. One spear but unlike the others. It wasn't falling toward the warriors. It was falling toward the Moon Crown. Toward the crack already spreading across its surface. His eyes widened. "If that spear hits..." The Crown would shatter and everything would end. There wasn't enough time to warn anyone.

I served instead. Especially for them. Kael Ashford, Vex Thorne, and Cass Rivera. The three nineteen-year-old princes everyone worshipped. My heart fluttered every time I looked at them. I was stupidly, hopelessly in love with all three. Kael with his strong jaw and warm golden eyes that made my knees weak. Vex, so smart and mysterious, with those piercing eyes that seemed to read my soul. And Cass, quiet and intense, who made me want to wrap him in hugs and never let go. I knew it was pathetic—me, the traitor’s daughter, dreaming about them—but I couldn’t help it. They were my secret light in this cruel world.

Valentina staggered back, shielding her eyes as the serpent statue shattered entirely, revealing something beneath a black crown shaped like coiled fangs. The crown hovered in the air, spinning slowly, its surface alive with runes. Each rotation exhaled whispers in languages Bianca’s mind refused to remember. Valentina fell to her knees, eyes wide. “At last…” Bianca’s voice trembled. “You told me it was destroyed.” “I lied,” Valentina breathed. “To protect it from you.” Matteo grabbed Bianca’s arm. “We have to go now!” But Bianca couldn’t move. The crown’s light caught her blood, flaring brighter with each drop. The runes shifted, aligning themselves into her name.

Flame returned like breath to a corpse. The crown of bone gleamed faintly in her hand, throwing its own pale light. Amara traced one jagged edge with her thumb. Each shard carried a story—a warlord who’d betrayed her, a capo who’d sold her secrets, a friend who’d turned her heart into ash. Damien Nero had forged it from her sins, and she could almost admire the cruelty. Almost. She lifted the crown to her head.

Real silence this time. Rayna staggered. I caught her instantly. “I’ve got you.” Her breath was uneven. But she was smiling. Of course she was. “That worked,” she murmured. “For now,” I corrected. Because I could still feel it. Faint. Far. But not gone. I looked toward the shattered mirror. Toward the place it had come through. And for the first time since I took the crown I understood exactly what kind of war we had just stepped into.