Tangled Crown Novels & Stories

I rasped, And tried to sit up, "Underwater and I guess I got jolted by a forbidden crown." "Forbidden crown?" Kylie asked with humor in her voice but a bit of relief on her face. "that's the best I can come up with." I managed to say, "seeing as they don't want us possessing their damned crown. Nearly just ended my precious life simply because I touched it." Kylie's brows drew together as she turned to look at the crown. It still lay on the crown, it's pulse, larger than life, even though it was incomplete. "No, I don't think it's wary of our possession." Kylie whispered, her eyes now super fixed on the crown fragment. Her skin had grown suddenly pale and clammy, and her lips trembled.

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

At the same time, some crowns that gathered around the big crown became dark, and dark smoke exited out of them. As they surrounded the big crown, the big crown resisted them, but it could not win against all of them; all the crowns had a very certain amount of power in them, and they all came against the big crown. The big crown fought on all sides, but it could not win. It suddenly gave up, and all the other dark crowns covered it up and piled it up. They buried the big crown by pressing it against the earth, and not long after that The other crowns disappeared at the same time.

The crown isn’t just settling now. It’s waking up.

He was thrown back so hard his shoulder cracked against the den wall. He staggered, teeth bared, with blood stain visible on his lip. And the thread between Eva and me burned way more hotter. I saw it and then I saw another line. But it was not just me, Kael was tied too. A dark thread, coiled deep in his chest, connecting him to her. I froze in shock. The Bone Crown wasn’t choosing one of us. It was knotting us together. “Stop fighting me,” Eva said, her voice so soft it terrified me. “The crown doesn’t want a vessel. It wants three.”

In the center was a stone altar, and on it sat a single object: a crown made of barbed wire and rubies. "The Crown of the Usurper," Vane’s voice whispered in her head—the real Vane, clear and sharp. "If you put it on, Elara, you can force us out. You can give us physical bodies again. But the crown requires a blood-price from the one wearing it." "Don't listen to him!" Malphas’s voice snarled, louder and more aggressive. "Put it on and we'll rule everything! I'll give you the world, Elara! We'll burn the White Court together!"

Sharp enough to steal the air from my lungs. My eyes flew open as the connection deepened, unstable but insistent. Images flickered through my mind, too fast to hold at first, until one forced itself into clarity. The crown. Dark. Heavy. And then something beneath it. A flaw. Not something visible, not something physical, but something that could be felt through the echo itself. My breath caught. “There is a way,” I said, my voice low but intense. Every gaze snapped to me. “The crown can be overwhelmed.”

I was confused because none of this was making sense, earlier I put my entire strength to summon the serpent and perform black magic but then it even though I thought worked but still it failed leaving me back to square one and now these ashes are doing God knows what. I waited and waited until the ashes were finally arranged in a sentence, I took a step back to read it in a more precise way, it read “This crown is the only thing you will need 2 get back to your enemies this crown is the only thing which will shield you from everything and everyone, you successfully summoned the serpent and now the serpent is rewarding you for your blood and bones which means once you will put this crown on

Each one carried something. A piece of bone. A vial of blood. A scrap of black lace. And one of them—taller than the rest, her veil as long as a train of smoke—stepped forward. In her hands, she held it. The crown. Made of dead rose petals and twisted metal. The thorns still wet with something darker than blood. It pulsed faintly, as though alive. I took a step back. Ethan—or what was left of him—stood behind me. He didn’t say a word.

“This is not a circlet kissed by moons or forged by gods.” She turned in a slow circle. “This is pain made visible. This is grief made iron. This is every name they buried to build their empires.” She paused. Let her voice drop. “This is mine.” Venn spoke. “Will you place it on your head?” Sirelia looked at him. “No.” She set the crown on the altar. “Let it crown itself.” The flames beneath the altar flared. And the crown rose. It hovered. Spinning slowly. Blood wept from its edges.