The Crown Obsession Novels & Stories

They moved around each other. Slowly. Perfectly. Until they formed a single symbol. A crown. Kael stared. “I've seen that before.” The First Kael looked at him. “Where?” Kael's voice became quiet. “In the beginning.” The Observer stepped forward. “No.” Auren looked at him. “What?” The Observer stared at the symbol. “That isn't his crown.” “Then what is it?” The Observer's expression became pale. “It is the crown he abandoned.” The darkness suddenly opened.

The words landed heavily. Then the Third Crown pulsed. Truth. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava immediately pointed. Then: "I hate him already." Then Henry adjusted his glasses. Then: "What's his Crown?" Valen's expression darkened. Then: "The Crown of Dominion." Silence. Then Thomas felt something. The First Crown reacted. Authority. The Fourth Crown reacted. Resolve. Then Valen nodded. Then: "The Crown of Dominion is a corrupted twin of your Crown of Authority."

Her knees failed. She caught herself against the throne once, but her arm could no longer hold her weight. The floor rose toward her. Somewhere behind her, a healer made a movement. Valerian stopped him again. Elisabeth landed beside the throne. Her bleeding hand lay against the stone. The crown rested less than an arm’s length away. She could see it. Could not reach it. Valerian crossed the distance at last. Not toward her. Toward the crown. His boots stopped beside her hand. For one breath, Elisabeth looked up at the son for whom she had preserved a kingdom he was now willing to spend on obsession. Valerian bent. He lifted the crown from the floor. Elisabeth collapsed against the base of t

I chuckled to myself and thought, sometimes I don’t even understand myself, but I do. Orion We are waiting for Lara to come home. During this time, Crown is walking around looking at things in her house. How unlike him to do that, I thought. “Hey, you ok,” I asked Crown. He seems to be acting different, I thought. “Work is becoming interesting,” he said. “How so,” I asked. “I can’t say anything, as you know,” he started to say. “Understood,” I interjected, while he continued speaking. “But I think things are going to become more interesting as the days go by,” he ended. “At your job,” I asked him. He thought it over. “Both,” he finally said after some time had passed. I nodded

“If you’re going to judge us, do it here.” The Crown opens—not releasing power, but inviting connection. The Hunt responds instantly. Wolves step into a loose formation behind me, not aggressive, not submissive. Present. Midnight hums. The Observers advance one step. Reality tightens. And then—unexpectedly—one of them stumbles. Just a fraction. The others freeze. The stumble ripples outward like a dropped stone, futures rearranging violently. The one who faltered steadies itself, form flickering. “What was that?” Blake whispers.

I’d see to that. Even if it cost me the crown. Even if I had to tear the kingdom down brick by brick to place its ruins at her feet. Whatever her heart desired, I would give it. Because somewhere along the way, obsession had slipped its knife between my ribs. And I had no intention of pulling it free.

“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.

“And she’s all ours. Here we come, Manhattan.” “What do you think of Desmond and Shawn’s crowns? I had them custom-made so no one doubts we are all together,” Brandon says. His eyes darken as he stares at me possessively, then glances at Desmond and Shawn. I shiver in response, my cheeks warming up a bit. “They’re nice,” I say, taking a good look at Desmond and Shawn’s slimmer but still beautiful golden crowns. Desmond chuckles. “We’ll wear them with pride.”

] I continue the orders. [If you see anything suspicious or need help, send it through the link.] "Crystalline, this war will be over if you just hand me your crown." Coro’s voice brings my attention back to him after the orders have been sent. Can see his cocky smile once again on his face as I scoff at his words. I will not be giving my Crown to him willingly. “If you want my Crown so badly, then you will have to take it from my dead body.” I shout back, letting out a low growl. I can see a flash of anger in his eyes as he stares at me, his cocky grin falling from his face.

Like someone watching pieces fall exactly where they wanted them to. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out carefully, glancing at the screen. Unknown Number. Her stomach dropped as she opened the message. You’re getting closer to him. That makes you easier to break. Her breath hitched. A second message followed almost instantly. Careful, Sheila. Kings fall hardest when their obsessions become weaknesses. She stared at the words, her pulse roaring in her ears as she slowly lifted her gaze toward Carter again. He lifted his coffee cup slightly in her direction.