The Borrowed Crown Novels & Stories

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

I never expected to receive compensation. When I looked at the notification message that had just appeared on my phone, I could not help asking: “Where did this money come from?” The system answered immediately. [Compensation funds originate from the assets of the Lawson Group.] [Assets were legally liquidated and transferred under system administration before being transported across worlds.] [Source verified as compliant. Host bears no future liability or repayment obligations.] So it was the Lawson family’s money. I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back.

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

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

----------- THE NEXT MORNING Kael entered the royal training yard , shortly after sunrise, his captain was already waiting. "Your Highness." "Report." "The assassin refuses to speak." Kael removed his cloak. "Then he can spend the next week reconsidering that decision." "There is something else." Kael looked up, the captain hesitated. "We searched his belongings. He carried no identification, no royal insignia, and no money. However, we found this hidden inside his boot."

After all, the Elysian Crown was why the original novel got the title ‘Thorny Crown. Thorny Crown was the title of the novel series, which later became a popular N*****x Series. The story was about the first prince and the second prince, both heirs to the throne. Originally, to decide the rightful heir to the throne, like all the previous kings, went through, the heir apparent had to use all their resources to locate the Elysian Crown. Whoever finds it first will become the Crown Prince. But the wench Sabina, the female lead of the series, and the noble faction didn’t want to risk since the second prince displayed quite the intelligence, so they destroyed the Elysian Crown and sabotaged his

“The crown is mine.” I bent a little lower eyeing the way she held him, placing his head on her laps. I ignored their display for an instant, squatting down to grasp the blood coated crown. The piece was an original gold one, with ten slops around it and by the sides were transparent pearls forming a bridge at the start of each slops. “Could someone get a friggin’ fucking ambulance or do you want your new King to be marked as a murderer?!” I suddenly yelled, bringing out a white handkerchief from the breast pocket of my suit. Erasing the stains of blood from the part of the crown it touched, I positioned it on my head.

"the crown, it is believed that whoever wears it, commands the drowned legions. We say legions, for there have been quite many of them- those who have been claimed by the sea, and those who are lingering in death as well." "like limbo?" I asked and Thorne shrugged. "Somewhat part of it, but not all of it. But that part is a bit too complicated to explain right now." "Okay. Please continue." "Well, as precious as the stones are that have forged the drowned crown, it is not a gift . Because whoever possesses it and wears it, is cursed, and consumed by the very waters they sought to master. It promises power, but it only makes you its slave." Thorne finished, and there was an eerie silence that

Ciel continued. “If they stand behind you, protect them. If they stand beside you, respect them, and if they stand against you, defeat them." Jarvis proceeded. Kaizen slowly approached her; he hooked a hand under her chin and lifted her face to look him in the eyes. Brown met Crimson. “Always remember this, Roxanne.” “What?” She whispered. “A queen will always turn pain into power.”

“But I have a feeling he is the one responsible for all of this?” “Might be. Do you know anything about him?” “Nothing except he asked me to steal the crown before your coronation.” “Ah, it tracks!” “What?” “If someone steals my crown before the coronation, they can challenge me to a duel of life or death, challenge my crown and my position as the king. The crown also has magic, Vera, ancient magic. It gives power to the ruler of Draconia. It is not just an ornament. It is history, it is a source of power.”