The Borrowed Crown Novels & Stories

"You're stealing it. The Founder’s Ring." Maxwell took a step toward me. He didn't look like the perfect student anymore. He looked like a predator. "Stealing is such a harsh word. Let’s call it... borrowing." "I'm calling the Headmaster," I said, backing away. "They’ll take your title. They’ll kick you out. You think you’re untouchable because of your name? Not tonight." I turned to run, but Maxwell was faster. He lunged forward, his hand slamming against the door to block my exit. He was so close I could smell his expensive cologne.

Kevin raised his brow, folding his arms on his chest, “this can cost you your crown, you know that?” I looked at Adrian sharply, this same crown was the reason he went ahead with the bet, what is it going to be now that it had been mentioned? Adrian smiled at me, and without looking at Kevin, he said the most precious words I have ever heard, “you can have the crown Kev, I have a better one, right here in my arms.”

Dante opened it. Inside was a child’s silver rattle. Dark red blood stained its handle. Alessia’s hand moved instinctively towards her stomach. A folded note rested beneath it. Dante read the message before crushing the paper in his fist. “What does it say?” she asked. “Nothing.” “No secrets.” His jaw tightened. Alessia held out her hand. Dante reluctantly gave her the note. A stolen crown cannot pass to a false heir. Beneath the words was a black symbol shaped like a serpent coiled around a cross.

He probably never had to chase a woman a single day in his life. “Oh, that’s not the point,” Greyson said with a chuckle. “Sometimes, the enemies of the crown are the closest to it. The Alpha just wants to ensure your safety. He cares for you a great deal.” “I doubt that very much,” I said. There was no way he cared about me. He just wanted to ensure I couldn’t run if I did find a way to get rid of the stupid charmed bracelet he forced on me. “I can show you,” Greyson said with a smile of amusement as he lifted his hand and reached a finger toward my arm.

The king's voice remained calm, carrying a quiet weight. "You are the Crown Prince. I hope you will become the finest student of your generation." Aldric shrugged lightly. "I intend to do well." His father regarded him for a long moment over folded hands. "Doing well and being the best are not necessarily the same thing." Aldric offered a small, confident smile. "Then I'll try to be the best." The king's stern expression softened slightly. "See that you do." The conversation ended shortly afterward. Aldric returned to his quarters without giving the exchange much further thought.

No girl in my village ever married, unless someone was willing to give her a silver crown with 999 gemstones. On the day the girl put on the crown, she would be engaged. I had been dating John Frank for eight years, and he finally completed the crown. On the day of the engagement, the village assembly hall was full of villagers. Everyone was waiting for me to be married gloriously. However, I had heard a conversation between John and Blake, his friend. “Are you really going to bring Ms. Blaire to the stage? If you do, you’ll humiliate the Lane family!” John smiled and said airily, “That doesn’t matter. Katherine has been teaching in the village as a volunteer teacher for three y

At the end of the day, he was still my friend and friends look out for each other. "How can you even ask me to calm down? There's so much to do and so little time. My stupid cousin and his dad are probably counting the minutes until they can pounce and steal my birth right from under me. I'm sure the change in date was also parof their scheme, clearly they've managed to buy the board over with their dirty money and cunning deception."

Inside the trench, floating just above the stones, was a single object. A crown. Not of gold or jewels, but of bone and iron and blood. The Vestige leader pointed one skeletal finger at it. “The Crown of the Firstborn,” he intoned. “Claim it, and you claim dominion over what lies beyond the Door. Claim it, and you become the heir not just of Guardians... but of the Forgotten Kings.” I felt Maxwell stiffen beside me. Barin swore under his breath. Nima made a sound like a choked sob. Because we all understood. The war wasn’t just about surviving the First Door.

Rhett began giving me details as he stood 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 tomorrow'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, more than a little annoyed. Tonight was definitely turning into more of a shit show than it already was.

The forge ignited a gold flame rising high. John cried out as the mark on his chest pulsed violently. His knees buckled. Sarah grabbed his hand, grounding him. The crown sank into the molten pool and began to change. From the forge rose something new. Dark, elegant. The metal wove together like light and shadow, the true crown, the way it was meant to be. Callen’s voice was barely a whisper. “Wear it.” John reached for the crown, he paused, looked at Sarah, she nodded once, eyes glassy but proud.