Shattered Crown Novels & Stories

"The Crown has recognized its Queen." My cheeks warmed immediately. "I'm not a queen." "Not yet." His words lingered in the cold air. Before I could ask what he meant, the mountain shook violently. Everyone froze. Another tremor followed. This one was stronger. Large cracks spread across the frozen valley beneath our feet. Liam's smile vanished. "That isn't normal." Caelan's expression darkened. "The balance has shifted." He looked toward the distant northern horizon. "The awakening of two relics has disturbed ancient seals across the kingdoms."

Other days, it was like she couldn't stand to be anywhere near me. "You know she's going through a lot," Candy told me one day as she sat by my bed, helping me exercise my arms. "I know you have, too... but you had a lot more warning. When you finally came back, she stayed in your room with her hopes high as a kite, just waiting for her prince to wake up so the two of you could have your fairytale ending. After all of that, just to have to give you up, she's... I'd say she's pretty damn close to shattered. I nodded, wincing as she rotated my shoulder. It was still very sensitive after I'd been shot. "I understand," I grunted. I had learned how to talk again, but it was a hell of an effort ea

With a small smile towards her and an annoyed sound from London, Brendan takes a deep breath. "Our last rule is that no one is allowed to have any friends outside of Crash Course Rebellion. Only aquaintances."

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.

Darina confronted. “Both Your Highness and I are working for the Prince, for the Crown. Your Highness knows that I am willing to rid those who stand against The Crown. I suppose that you understand why I have caused a decision to have only one royal knight in Clapestris.” On that note, Ardeshir reveals that he orchestrated such events to bring King Rashal to such a declaration about the royal knights.

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

“Then I’ll be the ending.” And with that, the chamber cracked. Light and shadow collided. And the final war — not of armies, but of truth — began. The walls of the Crownless Citadel shuddered, not from any physical quake—but from memory itself, awakened and unwilling to sleep again. As Elkorath stepped forward, the crown upon his head burned with cold fire, a cruel mimicry of light. Not golden. Not silver. But bone-white—crafted not from metal, but from the remains of those who had dared oppose him across centuries.

Chapter 71" Broken Crowns Avyanne pov The yacht's deck steadily empty. Guests left, leaving behind confetti and half-empty champagne flutes. The fairy lights overhead created long shadows, making the night seem darker than usual. As my world spun out of control, I stood at the railing, the cool metal bringing me back down. The water lapped gently against the yacht's hull, a rhythmic sound that should have been relaxing. Instead, it felt like a countdown, with each wave pushing me closer to a moment I simultaneously desired and feared. I fingered the dainty crown set on my head, still not believing it was there. The metal was warm now, having absorbed my body heat during the long hours of the

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

The room was large, dimly lit by golden lamps that cast shadows against the deep red walls. A large mirror stood against one side, framed in black and gold. A vanity table was positioned in front of it, covered with bottles of perfume, tubes of lipstick, and brushes that looked untouched. In the center of the room was a chaise lounge, upholstered in velvet. A dress lay draped over it, deep crimson, almost the same shade as dried blood. Selene leaned against the doorframe, watching me with amusement. “Strip,” she said.