Novelas y relatos de The Crown

What is it? "The crown is covered with black magic. That demon had been long planning to use any means necessary to separate you two. So we cannot use the crown for the coronation." "I told you not to bring anything about the coronation to.." "Let me finish! Even though the crown is unwearable and cannot be used, it has something special. The crown, as it happens does not belong to Goddess Selene but Goddess Invidia! The First Doyen won it in a war from Leo Storkis' demons and gifted it to Erin."

“Entering the hall is Your Majesty, King Zyden George X and his wife Queen Ellena.” The announcer said loudly as the couple stood at the top of the stairs. "Followed by their beautiful and only daughter, the heir apparent, Princess Hannah Antonette Ruiz from the Kingdom of Andorra." Hannah sighed as yet again her name was spoken incorrectly. It’s Antonyeite, not Antonette. She just fixed her navy-blue ball gown that the dressmakers had just made for her. It is her kind of gown. She likes to wear gowns that would really fit her curves.

“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.

Though it is difficult to break the crown since it is made of the most rarest and expensive diamonds and metals. His crown is his pride. He doesn't has any problem with her keeping his crown. She can take his whole wealth and he won't even say anything. Yes. She has wrapped him around her pink finger and he has no fucking problem with it. He is crazy for her. Thea furrowed her brows hearing him. "Which crown are you taking about?" She asked genuinely. She doesn't remembers any crown-wait! She has one crown. She planned to give it to police officers once she reached her home. In all this mess she totally forgot about the crown.

the witch said. “And?” I asked, “Say what you have to say.” The three witches look at each other. Nerves visible in their porcelain faces. “A crown,” the witch said as she lowered her head. Frowning, I throw them a questioning look. What crown were they speaking of? “Have you heard about the Ruby Crown?” The witch asked. I shake my head. I had never heard of a Ruby Crown. I didn’t understand where they were going with this. Letting them know they could continue. I watch as they take a seat.

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

Snow-capped mountains rose in the distance, framing the horizon like silent guardians, and as the carriage climbed higher, fog gradually parted to reveal something so vast that my breath caught. Noctis Academy stood atop a massive obsidian cliff, its black spires piercing the sky like blades forged from night itself. Ancient magic pulsed through its walls, heavy enough to feel even from miles away. The structure looked less like a school and more like a kingdom built for gods and monsters. My pulse quickened as the carriage rolled toward towering iron gates engraved with glowing runes. Students in elegant uniforms passed through the entrance in small groups, their auras alone revealing terri

"They never agreed to crown you." I didn't have an answer for that yet. I needed three weeks to earn one. • • • I'd assumed the coronation would be ceremony … old words, old crown, a formality laid over something already decided. Then the council brought out the Silvercrest crown, ancient and beautiful, etched with the names of rulers going back further than the Charter itself, and I understood exactly what it said the moment I looked at it. Silvercrest first. Alliance second. "I don't want it."

“Move.” “No.” Kael's Crown appeared. The white Crown. The figure looked at it. “Ah.” Kael attacked. The Crown exploded with light. The figure caught the attack with one hand. Kael's eyes widened. The figure whispered: “You still haven't realized what that Crown is.” Kael froze. “What?” “It isn't a weapon.” The Crown began changing. “It is a memory.” Kael's eyes widened. A vision appeared. He saw himself— as a child.