The Crown And The Flame Novels & Stories

I should have destroyed that instead of returning it. I need this to end. To stop. Revenge on my family is the last thing I will do. But, looking at the crown in my hands, I wonder if there’s another secret behind it. “Brother?” I said. “What happened, Rose?” my brother asked as he looked at me over his shoulder. “I was wondering, did father mention anything strange about this crown. You know something peculiar to it?” I asked. “Hmm, now that you mentioned it. I know it was to be bestowed to your mate by you. The crown, no wrong, the red rubies on it are the ones who hold power,” my brother explained as he looked lost in thought.

Ahankara held onto the cloth of her lehenga tightly, while continuing to look him in the eye, refusing to show that she felt intimidated by his proximity. "I will demonstrate, that I am strong enough to abduct you from your very castle, as a prisoner of war, and take you as my bride without yours or anyone else's permission, or will. I am, the Crown Prince of Kalang, after all, Rajkumari. I always get what I want." Ahankara's eyes widened in fear, and she now took a step away from him, while Karan Singh finally drew his sword in rage. "How dare you?" Karan Singh yelled, but Kabir instantly drew his sword too, standing in front of him.

Tara smiled in her head “ Did you just become arrogant after hearing you are getting married? Let me disappoint you Tara, the prince you are marrying is a nobody like you. Do you know what they call him? The cursed prince, the nobody prince of Vampiria. And when the battle of the throne starts, you and your prince will be the first to die because he's not powerful. Don't be so proud because you are just being used as bait for the peace agreement between our Kingdoms, and it's also the easiest way to discard you out of our royal family ” Flora spoke with mockery “ Is that all? Are you done blabbing? ” Tara asked again and this time the two women gasped loudly as they couldn't believe Tara was

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

She looked at me like a Luna inspecting a servant. Before I could respond, Damian scoffed. "Best friend? Hardly. She's too dramatic. I can't deal with it." I didn't argue. There was nothing to say. I just smiled at Juliette and gave her a small nod. Damian's gaze stayed on me, dark and unreadable. I pretended not to notice. Juliette kept her polite smile in place, but her eyes flickered between us, sharp and calculating. The tension was thick enough to choke on. Then the ceremony music swelled, and Damian had to leave. He was the Alpha now. He had duties.

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 “Do you think they will ever wake up?” My voice came out quieter than expected as I stood near the massive glass windows overlooking the kingdom beneath us. Even after two weeks here, this place still didn’t feel real sometimes. Huge mountains surrounded the kingdom beautifully while glowing rivers cut through the lands like something straight out of fantasy movies. Giant silver towers stood proudly beneath the night sky while thousands of lights glowed across the city below. Beautiful. Peaceful.

"Vera does not want to be elected. She wants the crown the old way. The way that carries more legitimacy than any vote." "The ritual," I say. "The ritual needs the crown held by an ancient right, not a modern one. A voted crown is not the same instrument as a combat crown. She knows this. She has always known this." Queen Alara sets the document down. "This was always the plan." --- Kael finds me outside twenty minutes later. I am standing in the same field where we buried Dag. The ground is still soft there. The day is cold and flat and the sky is the color of something that has not decided yet.

The moment her feet touched the stone floor, the temperature shifted and dragonfire erupted. Golden flames roared outward from her position, sweeping across the chamber in controlled arcs that forced the remaining Interregnum fighters back from the relic’s central ring. The fire didn’t spread wildly; it moved with intent, clearing space around the device while denying the enemy any direct path forward. Elias moved to the outer rune circle immediately, hands already working to stabilize the failing containment system that surrounded the relic. The network flickered erratically now, destabilized by the earlier disruption and the growing pressure of the ley lines feeding into it.

The engagement ceremony Sebastian orchestrated for me was held at St. Mary’s Cathedral, the most august landmark in the city. White roses carpeted the streets for miles, every petal steeped in the sweet fragrance of absolute power. I wore a bespoke, hand-stitched lace gown, its voluminous train borne by six bridesmaids. Sebastian stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on me with unashamed fervor and devotion. Just as the priest was about to administer the vows, the heavy oak doors of the cathedral were flung open.

As we move—brothers sealing exits, plans snapping into place—I know one thing with brutal clarity: She understands the world. What she doesn’t understand yet… …is how far four Crown Lords are willing to burn it down to keep her breathing.