Tangled Crown Novels & Stories

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

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

They seized Lorenzo by the shoulders, driving their knees with bone-crushing force into the back of his joints. With a heavy thud, the once-mighty Head of the Family crashed onto the hard marble floor. Lorenzo thrashed, trying to force himself up, but a guard pinned his neck down, grinding his face against the freezing tiles. "Let me go! I’m the head of the Corleone family! You bastards, how dare you treat me like this!" He howled, stripped of every shred of dignity. Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass.

He whispered. I traced the chain, my eyes filling with tears as I looked down at it. It had tiny two letter Cs joined with a bit larger heart in between. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.” He stretched his hand and that’s when I noticed a silver bracelet on his wrist with the same cut as my chain. “We have a matching set. Carmelo loves Chiara. So cute, isn’t it?” Chichi loves Melo. I nodded, blinking my tears, “So cheesy.” He chuckled and pulled back. “Are you ready to spend the best day of your life, tesoro?” I hooked my hand on his arm, “With you? Yes.” I replied and together, we walked out of the mansion.

“But now… it looks like it was about you.” “And Haunter,” Candy added gravely. “That crown—it wasn’t yours. It was his.” I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. The same mate who’d rejected me… the one who still haunted my every breath… was now in a vision of the end. Wearing a cursed crown and standing over my dead body? “I need answers,” I said suddenly, standing up. Jimmy gave me a worried look. “And where do you plan on getting those? The pack library’s not exactly loaded with ‘How Not To Die From Your Frozen Goddess Curse’ manuals.”

Kael protested. "You need titles for formal occasions," she insisted. "Traditional or innovative?" Through the bond, we considered. "The Broken Crown," Lyra said suddenly. "That is what we are. Five pieces of what should be singular authority, shattered and reformed into something new." Silence. Then slow nods. "The Broken Crown," Queen Elara repeated, testing the phrase. "The Council of Five, known as the Broken Crown. I approve." She stood, and the Court stood with her.

His hesitantly brings his fingers to my tattoo, his touch ghosting over my skin. I scrutinize the tattooed letters on his fingers. A, M, L, R, O. They don't spell anything but here I am, telling myself that they probably stand for something. He's barely touching me but my entire body is on fire, I want his touch so bad it hurts my chest. I feel like I'm trapped in a small box and I can't breathe or move or think. Our eyes lock and I realize that we're both panting, chests heaving, fucking electrifying.

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.

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.”