Tangled Crown Novels & Stories

She really needs to train this body, she needs to increase her stamina. She jumped in jack for ten times before holding the table as she bent again and then slowly twisted her upper body to the left side, she heard a loud crack of her bone. Damn! It's satisfying, she thinks the library is empty now except for her of course. "What are you doing?" She was about to twist her body to the right side when she heard the deep voice from her back, she looked at him while still bending and she saw the crown prince not looking in her direction and trying to avert his eyes from the sight. She continued to twist her body and she heard the crack of her bone again, to her surprise in the blink of an eye th

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

It was a shadow of this true thing, a broken echo, the pain-carrying kept and the freedom stripped out, a crown that fed on its wearer because someone had built it to take the cost and skip the choosing. And I understood something that went cold and certain in me even as I knelt there bleeding. Ursula could not win. She did not know it yet, but she could not. She had marched an army into the bones of the world to seize the true crown as a prize, to take its power and pour its cost into a child so she could rule without paying. But there was nothing here to seize. The true crown was not an object waiting in a vault at the bottom of the city. It was a bond, and a duty, and a carrying, and you

“I don’t need a crown to save this world.” The chanting faltered. The crimson leader’s head tilted again, and this time there was almost a smile in the brokenness of his face. “Then you choose the harder path.” “I choose the right path,” I said. He bowed, a slow, crumbling motion. And then—one by one—the Vestiges vanished into mist, leaving only the crown behind. Unguarded. Unclaimed. A trap waiting for another day. The ground trembled again, but this time, it wasn’t from the trench.

Rhett began giving me details standing at the entrance of the door behind me. My eyes landed on the empty pedestal, the one that should have held Tala’s crown. Something Kellen had commissioned especially for her for tonight’s ceremony. “Fuck,” I sighed, catching Rhett and Dana’s attention “They stole the queen’s crown. How the fuck did they get in here?” I groaned, annoyed. Tonight was definitely turning into more of a shit show than it already was.

She realized that this was not just a crown but a symbol of everything she had fought against, everything she had feared. With a swift movement, the reflection’s fingers danced around the shards, the air around them tinged with a spectral glow. Each piece sang with energy, vibrating with stories of those who had worn the crown before. Autumn could feel their whispers, the triumphs and tragedies resonating through the air, urging her to understand, to embrace the legacy that echoed in her blood.

It was a cold bleak morning on the island of Tribute when the king of the island, Greyson, summoned Jade to his presence. Tribute, unlike the other islands on the map, was off a wayfarer’s charts – it was even said that if a person’s heart was sincere enough, his prayers alone would take him to the island. However, half a century ago, a curse befell the island. It was said to be the result of a controversy between the late king, Greyson’s grandfather, and his concubine Xima, who turned out to be a witch.

"Also, how can you take it to yourself to pose a battle between Darina and me? It is nasty imagery to have siblings engage in a war against each other." "Your Highness, the practice war is not about sanguinary. I assure you it is solely a battle between royal knights. This plan of mine would not bring Her Highness a hard time to acknowledge the loss of her title. This will be a moral compensation for her. Remember that this is for the sake of the crown to get secured in your hands." "What makes you think that she will lose the battle?"

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.*

The way the twins were so determined to make her happy. Jaxon slid a plate of pancakes in front of Brielle. “Eat,” he murmured. “You’re going to need strength.” Brielle gave him a look. “For the craft chaos?” “For parenting twins,” he corrected. Rose suddenly held up the crown with a proud gasp. “It’s done!” Lily clapped. “Mommy crown!” The crown was… something. It was slightly crooked. Completely covered in glitter. A little damp from too much glue. There were stickers attached that said “#1 MOM” and “SUPERHERO” and one sticker that just said “WOW.”