Tangled Crown Novels & Stories

[“Oh my God, Mica! You’re alive? I thought you got kidnapped and sold off or something. It’s been two weeks!” Mica snorted. [“Oh, please. If anyone’s getting kidnapped in this group, it’s you.”] I chuckled. “She’s not wrong.” Cassie huffed, crossing her arms. [“Excuse me, but I’m way too valuable for kidnappers. They’d return me within a day.”] Gladz smirked. [“True. No one wants to deal with your chaos.”] Mica laughed. [“Exactly. The ransom note would just say: Please take her back. She talks too much.”]

The flickering candlelight reflected off the polished metal, catching the object resting on the dark velvet cushion. My breath hitched. It was a silver crown, intricately forged to look like twisted roots and thorned branches. A half-transformed wolf was carved directly into the front of it. The King stepped toward me, lifting the crown from the tray with both hands. His eyes locked onto mine, hard and demanding. "May you wear this crown in duty to the lineage you carry, and to the protection of the throne." He raised the silver above my head. I felt like I was drowning. I looked up at Eilís one last time, just to catch a flick of anything. Any emotion. Any sign.

“But I had to find you, Lila. I had to do what I should’ve done from the moment our father’s will was read.” Lila blinked. “Excuse me?” Andre’s eyes met hers, steady now. “The Winters Empire, it’s yours. It always was. And I’m here to hand it over to you.” Annabelle bit back a gasp, her hand tightening slightly where it still rested on Lila’s knee. She could feel the tension radiating from her friend like a live current, though it had changed now. It was not the jagged, seething kind from earlier, but something stunned. There was a long pause, one of those silences that fell like a stone into water, rippling out in invisible waves.

You have the one crown resting between your heads and you speak together at the same time. Rota pulled back quickly in shock, “We will be crowned together?” “Yes that is what I saw” the girl answered “Mia, we will share the crown, like the twins” Mia’s face lit up, and she felt a huge burden lift from her shoulders. “Oh that is the best news, Sister. And they embraced happy to have this revelation. “What is your name” Rota asked “Tia” said the girl. “Thank you, Tia” said Rota.

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…

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

I had to keep the name in check, I had to make sure the name doesn't get stained or get a bad review if it did, Vanessa was going to come for me like the name wasn't in the mud already. I rolled my eyes. Uneasy is the head that wears the crown… But your type of crown matters… My type of crown was made of thorns That would make me uneasy too!!!

Thick brown wings with dangerous looking talons bordering it flapped behind him, causing his brown hair to fly about his face. "'Tis nigh impossible, my liege. The crown never moves until the Lord is dead. 'Tis the way of things." Lord Vas let go of my hand and stroked his bare chin with it. "Aye Ferrin. So we thought, until this morn. Allow me to show you."He said and snapped his fingers. The sound of metal clashing against glass filled the air and i craned my neck in the direction of it. I sucked in breath sharply as did everyone else around me. A transparent rectangular box made of glass was being carried in by a man who seemed to have a problem with it, since it was moving. Not

There had to have been hundreds that had been hiding all these years, breeding and turning more into their kind until they had created the thousands that now stood before us. "Talia!" Killian roared, but I felt the slightest falter in his voice when not one but two women stepped forward and into the clearing. I would have recognized her anywhere, but the crown decorated with blood-red rubies took my breath away. They had to have dug up Killian's father to get the crown, and seeing it sitting on Lillian's head made me nauseous. The woman next to her was a tall yet paunchy woman with pin-straight blonde hair and a glare that could kill on its own. She had to be Talia.

Ashina sobbed, both hands locked over Maelor as if the moon might reach inside her and lift the child by name. Conri stepped forward until the barrier burned his boots, his face carved from horror and restraint. Bardolph went still. The poisoned bond between us turned blacker, pulsing once, twice, then pulling the crown’s whisper into my skull. I shook my head before the name fully formed, because some part of me already understood what the crown wanted. No. Not him. Not after every lie. Not after every wound. Not because I loved him. Not because I hated him. Not because the crown wanted one more broken bond to pay for power.