The Crown Obsession Novels & Stories

“The Spiral’s first altar, the real one. The one hidden beneath the Hollow’s roots. If this thing wants to crown itself, that’s where it’ll go.” They broke into a clearing, the air shifted, colder, stiller. Before them stood a ruin shaped like a spire of ribs, curling inward toward a dark altar. And on that altar, a single object sat A new crown. Unlike the bone, one before this was metal obsidian and gold, twisting like thorns, It shimmered with the promise of dominion. Sarah fell to her knees. “I feel it again. Pulling me.” John caught her. “You’re not its vessel.”

, I said the spell out in loud to create a mirror illusion in front of me, I wanted to see how that crown would look for the first time I would be placing it in my head, suddenly I was in no hurry to go anywhere probably hypnotized just with the thought of me being the Queen of the supernatural world, the thought itself was so overwhelming. A mirror illusion was created in air, reflecting my image holding the crown smiling away, I looked at the black dress I was wearing from the funeral as I didn’t really got a chance to change into anything else but I kind of was matching the vibe of this pretty crown so I carefully placed it on the top of my head while recording every memory of it, I felt

"There is a difference. I spent a week watching you from afar, learning the rhythm of your life within a short span, waiting for the perfect moment to pluck you from your fragile little world. Now that you're here, do you honestly believe I'd waste a single second not looking at you?" The sheer, unadulterated weight of his obsession pressed down on me like a physical force. It wasn't just that he had locked me away, he wanted to breathe the same air I breathed, to dominate the very space I inhabited until there was nothing left of my identity but what he allowed me to keep. "I hate you," I breathed, tears of sheer frustration stinging the backs of my eyes. "I know," Karlo said, his voice dro

she mutters in a furious voice before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Cara gladly smiles, setting down her tools of work to finally become the powerful, feared woman that her old mother promised she would become. She tiptoes her way from the dresser whose clean surface she was wiping and halts at the small table by the bed. She picks up the crown with a proud smile and sets it on top of her head with a huge sigh. Her eyes close as she tries to feel her connection to the crown. But she senses something different, it's rejection and rage. A deafening wail leave her mouth as she collapses to the floor, the crown's ruthless curse causing her searing pain.

Then— “What the hell are you waiting for, Papa? Let Mama wear the ring already.” Ceynol and Jade froze. That voice— They turned toward the side of the road, and to their shock, Crown stood there with his grandparents, arms crossed like an impatient director waiting for the scene to move forward. One by one, the masked men removed their head coverings. Ceynol’s jaw dropped. His friends stood before him, grinning like mischievous devils. Realization dawned on him. “This was all… a setup?” he breathed. Crown tilted his head. “You said you wanted a memorable proposal. Well, I gave you one.”

I laughed and walked away. Cecilia was extremely furious. Since she enjoyed being pretentious, I would be as nasty as possible. We passed by a room and suddenly heard Mary’s voice. “We have to get that crown. You need to prevent what happened earlier from happening again.” “Cassia doesn’t like accessories.” “This is different. That crown is the only one like it in the entire world. Cassia’s pregnant with our family’s first grandchild now. This is our gift to her.” I overheard them and quickly walked away. I did not like to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations.

he says, his voice a challenge. Steeling myself, I face those baby blues. “You know why. I wish you'd never picked me up on that back road. I wish we never fucked. I wish I didn't know what your face looks like whenever you cu-" “Same page. Same fucking page, Caroline.” And then he’s walking away, broad shoulders swaying as he stalks down the aisle, straight to where Dani is—staring at the lipstick counter. All hail the beauty queen. Seriously, she was crowned Miss Ohio her sophomore year.

However, that night the dream he had was the worst dream he could have ever dreamt of, and never again would he ever want to dream of it again. Starting off at such a clear, beautiful blue sky, beautiful sunlight of a warm April day. Just as he stood still in one place, watching Wang Yi-An in a puffy white-wedding dress, glittering with diamonds that could only be worthy for his beloved. The pink and white roses that was place in each row of the benches, wrapped and decorated in silky white ribbons. A church filled with an audience in which he can never see their faces, because the only person he has in his eyes was Wang Yi-An, and her only.

Chapter One Inside the very large vampires' den, with a ray of light, penetrating in from nowhere, flashing on the throne, which was adorned with nothing, but gold, looking shiny and all beautiful. The atmosphere tensed up, as all the vampires in the den, stood on their feet, maintain a straight face, they all looked like they're waiting for someone. Minutes later, a violent wind filled the entire place, and slowly, a strong scent, filled every inch of the atmosphere, followed by a dark and intimidating aura, sending shivers down their spines. The atmosphere tensed up, as fear gripped all of them.

The words were simple, but they fell like an executioner’s blade. No one spoke. No one moved. But in the silence, the truth was clear—someone here had already chosen another crown. Amara leaned forward, her fingers laced together. “This fractured crown—it’s not just rebellion. It’s a challenge. Someone wants to split us apart. To make the King doubt his Queen, or the Queen doubt her King.” Her voice was cool, but her eyes burned. “It won’t work.” Dante glanced at her, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his gaze. Trust—or the shadow of mistrust. She couldn’t tell.