Tangled Crown Novels & Stories

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

With all instructions issued, the sky outside was already beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. After I finished issuing all the commands, it was nearly dawn. I managed to steal a brief hour of rest before heading to the island where the wedding was to take place. I had only just emerged from the dressing room, freshly attired in my custom tuxedo, when a powerful grip suddenly clamped down on my arm. "Just what in the world do you think you're doing, Finn?" Dorothy demanded. "Do you have any idea how much irreversible damage your childish tantrum has caused?"

Damien squeezed her shoulder and said they were going to win this and then they could finally stop running and start building something better, and Elena nodded even though she wasn’t sure she believed it yet. They entered the tunnel in single file with Elena leading because she knew the path, and the crawl through the darkness felt even longer knowing what waited at the other end. When they reached the grate Damien’s tech person worked on the lock while the rest waited in tense silence, and Elena could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

she called. I ignored her. Ahead, the courtyard had shifted again. The containment network was visible now. Not fully, but enough. Lines of glowing runes stretched across the stone like a cage drawn in light, each anchor point feeding power into the central formation surrounding Iris’s position near the relic access. Wolves clashed along the edges of it, Stormhollow fighters trying to break through while Everley casters worked to disrupt the outer runes. It wasn’t enough. The spell held. And at the center of it—

However, they only grew curious of the other two leading them since they wore a hooded cape that hid their faces from anyone. It took them several minutes to reach the main gates of the palace, halting their horses to get their identities checked. The two people at the front removed their hoods, revealing a young boy and an older woman. With only one look at the younger one, the guards could tell that it was none other than the twin of the empire’s Crown Prince. His hair was as dark as the night, which was contrary to his pair of eyes that resembled the golden sun. The guard bowed their heads in his direction.

"Fair. But I know my brother. And I know this… game he’s playing with you won't end well.” A loud crash cut through the murmurs in the room. Heads turned to the fallen tower of champagne glasses, shards glittering like ice beneath the golden glow of the chandeliers. Aiden stood beside the mess, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling with controlled fury. Don Carlo's hand gestured sharply, his voice too quiet to hear. "Predictable," Kane said under his breath, for which he got a glare from me. "Do you ever stop talking? "Not while I'm having so much fun," he said, downing another swallow of his drink.

Rumors hinted at a connection between their family and dragons, their blood carrying a mysterious poison. In that moment, she realized that fate had brought Adelstein into her path. This was her opportunity, her chance to manipulate their power for her own purpose. They would become her pawn in the game of vengeance, a means to reclaim what was taken from her. In this life, she vowed to bring swift and merciless retribution upon all those who had inflicted suffering upon her. “Greeting to the grand duke of Adelstein,” the dean greeted, flanked by the knights of Windsor. The contrast between Adelstein and Windsor was stark. The powerful presence of the Grand Duke of Adelstein overshadowed the

“It’s a great mystery it seems. Maybe too great of a secret that I cannot figure out unlike my master.” Crown Prince said, “I’m sorry great-uncle.” “I’m not foolish. I know that one of these days I will find a subject that will work on that marigold flower. Then I could finally join my master in peace and see my beloved Cynthia again.” Crown Prince took the tube from his great-uncle. “That tube have the antidote, but it’s not enough.” Crown Prince then asked, “What should I do to make more of it? What can I do to help the citizens. They’re all innocent.”

A few moments later, Elle and Queme arrived with the maids and sat down as well. The ceremony began almost immediately after we'd settled in. The maid candidates stood lined up in five rows, hands folded in front of them, backs straight. Some looked nervous. Others looked excited. A few could barely hide the fear on their faces. I leaned back in my chair, watching in silence. Then the guards began searching their bags, one after another. "Why are they searching their belongings?" I asked quietly. Demille leaned closer. "The King ordered it. Every candidate is being checked before she enters the palace."

“A selfish, insular paradise. You asked what was forgotten. Look upon it.” He raises his hands. Above them, threads of resentment, of pure, undiluted envy, weave together from every single one of his gathered souls. They form a circlet of jagged, dark light. A Crown. I don’t need to be told what it does. I can feel its function from here. It doesn’t kill. It negates. It denies the very premise of us. Love. Sacrifice. The power that comes from caring for one person more than the entire universe.