Swallowed My Crown Novels & Stories

The crown prince's right hand asks, he nods. "I think she didn't know who I was, so just let it go." The crown prince's right hand just nodded but it was just strange because he never let anyone touch his sword, the last one did it was already at the grave. Not edited

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…

he spat, storming off. As she watched them depart, one by one, a sinister gleam sparked within her. “Duke of Windsor, mark my words. This is merely the inception. I shall never repeat the same mistake, and your family shall endure a hundredfold of suffering,” she whispered, a vow dripping with vengeance.

juicy. “Please, self, let’s imagine just for a bit,” I complained, again internally, but they already walked towards me and opened my door. “Welcome home,” Orion said. “We made you breakfast,” Crown inserted after. “Damn,” I whispered, trying to fight that stupid idiotic smile that is hovering on the edges of my lips. You are not going to smile goofy, do you understand, I said internally. When did I start having conversations with myself, I thought. Ok, my inner monologue is funny, and I literally laughed out loud. I couldn’t help myself. “Ah, we would like to laugh too,” Orion said with a smile. “Here, give me your things,” Crown said and took my bag out of my hands. “It’s my inn

"In your dreams!" He stood, hoisted me onto a chair, and forced my head down toward the floor. Upside down like that, the blood in my stomach rushed straight up into my throat. Within seconds, a thick layer of bloody froth flooded my airway. My eyes widened in panic, and I could barely breathe, let alone cry for help. Eddie finally smiled in satisfaction. "Don't waste your strength, Victor. No one out there is going to remember you're here." With that, he turned and walked out, locking the storage cabin door behind him.

"More than we can bear? And just who do you think you are? Princess of the Lumin werewolf kingdom?" The whole arena erupted in laughter. Bart had already reached me, his sharp nails hooking into the fabric at my collar. The razor-like tips sliced across my collarbone, and blood began to seep out. He didn't hurry to tear the entire uniform. Instead, he deliberately traced his bloodied fingertip slowly down from the wound, leaving a glaring crimson streak along the side of my neck.

I reached out— Just as the Eagle did. We moved in unison, shadows colliding. Both of our hands shot out but Phina’s roar ripped out of my chest, not ready to lose and then my fingers touched the crown. My heart skipped as my fingers curled around it first I got it…I got the crown!! Happiness filled my heart but suddenly the crown started melting in my hand. My smile disappeared. Why…why was it melting?

The Marshalls had their own twisted sense of justice; they'd yanked him from his wheelchair and dumped him, chair and all, into the harbor. I got the call on a secure line while I was fine-tuning some tech for the Ariadne system. After I hung up, I stood by the panoramic window, the Engleton skyline stretching out before me, and felt a hollow ache where my heart should be. The tyrant who ruled over my younger years was gone. However, the tears would not come. I went back to Harlow Manor, not to grieve, but to close the chapter. The manor was in shambles, the family scattered, seeking refuge with other clans.

The chief guard and Rodrigo stepped forward, both holding golden crowns customized with the finest blend of gemstones that glittered even in the dark. The elder received the crowns one after the other and placed them on our heads, and then he took my palm and pulled out the ring the Queen, put in my finger the day she crowned me as first lady of the South, With that, he proceeded to insert new set of rings all belonging to the late Queen Golem's mother into my finger, with that he declared, "May your reigns be long, and may the peace between the dragons and the South extend for all eternity." Just as I was about to respond, I felt uncomfortable. As I tried to control myself, I suddenly spat

“The crown is mine.” I bent a little lower eyeing the way she held him, placing his head on her laps. I ignored their display for an instant, squatting down to grasp the blood coated crown. The piece was an original gold one, with ten slops around it and by the sides were transparent pearls forming a bridge at the start of each slops. “Could someone get a friggin’ fucking ambulance or do you want your new King to be marked as a murderer?!” I suddenly yelled, bringing out a white handkerchief from the breast pocket of my suit. Erasing the stains of blood from the part of the crown it touched, I positioned it on my head.