The Crown Obsession Novels & Stories

Congratulations are in order, as well as many questions. Through the door outside, I see the loyal soldiers scouting through. I imagine they will have the entire palace secure very soon, if they haven’t secured it already. After a time, a servant walks in carrying the King’s formal crown. The servant seems confused, flanked by two loyal guards. They walk up the blood-stained silver carpet, carrying the crown all the way to the front. Caleb hops back up onto the platform. As the servant comes close enough, he reaches down, snatches the crown off the pillow it was carried in on, and drops it onto his own head.

The crowd erupted in cheers. Lexon raised his hand to silence the crowd, and Ezra turned to face Roman. He held his hand out, beckoning the Omega forward. Roman's heart raced as he approached Ezra. He could feel the power rolling off of Ezra, much stronger than before. His eyes move up Ezra's body, and he's blown away by how handsome he looks when wearing a crown. The crown is gold, and the light sparkles as it bounces off it. The Omega's eyes flicker with flames in his eyes as his Dragon admires his King's crown.

Chapter 9 ~Reine~ The council looked up, eyes beaming as they watched me in nothing but a flimsy attire that was meant for women in brothels. I felt humiliated to no bounds, my fist clenched as I stared across, my eyes fixated on the wall that was newly design to befit the new King.

Hailey stood up and he stretched his palm towards her. "Hold me so you won't fall," he said. Hailey laughed softly before placing her hand on his. They both left the living room. **** DEL ROSA'S MANSION*** Alberto sat in his study room, working on his laptop. He frowned deeply when he saw Charles had gotten almost all the businessmen to invest in his company. Charles has been his greatest rival in the business world. Yes, he's also rich and he's got some influential men around him, but he feels like Charles is a great obstacle to him. More reason why he's meeting him tomorrow.

So I stepped closer. Close enough that the blue fire reflected off his eyes and into mine. “Cassian.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. Only for a heartbeat. Maybe less. But I saw it. Felt it. The air between us tightened so suddenly that the cold around the stairway seemed to pull back and watch. His voice came rougher when he answered. “The Crown’s hunger.” The room went still. Even Ben did not speak. Crown’s hunger. The words landed too easily. Like some part of me had already known the Crown was not only an object. Not only a relic. Not only a tool Damien wanted to use.

We sat across from each other in the small study, the crown between us on the table, pulsing its quiet gold-and-red light. "This is strange," Caden said after a while. "Which part specifically?" "All of it." He looked at the crown. "Three days ago I had an army. A plan thirty years in the making, a certainty about what I was owed and how to take it." Something shifted in his expression. "Now I'm sitting across from the woman I spent three decades hunting, preparing to perform an ancient ritual to seal something neither of us fully understands." "Life moves fast," I said.

His legs that has been frozen in place tried to move forward, but the numbness and the heavy weight of his sins pulled him down as he fell forwards and knelt on the ground with a silent roar of a cornered beast coming out of his mouth. The two personal subordinates at the side could only watch at the side with complicated expressions. They wanted to support their crown prince, but the chaotic air around the other party forced them to stand on their ground with helplessness surging in their chests. They could not help their crown prince in dealing with the matters about his fated mate, and it is a reality that completely reveals their uselessness. This is the atmosphere that greeted Crow the

Sharp enough to steal the air from my lungs. My eyes flew open as the connection deepened, unstable but insistent. Images flickered through my mind, too fast to hold at first, until one forced itself into clarity. The crown. Dark. Heavy. And then something beneath it. A flaw. Not something visible, not something physical, but something that could be felt through the echo itself. My breath caught. “There is a way,” I said, my voice low but intense. Every gaze snapped to me. “The crown can be overwhelmed.”

**PROJECT CROWNLESS — STATUS: ACTIVE** The smile that curved his lips was slow, deliberate. “Crowns fall,” he said softly. “But thrones?” He watched the screen, eyes sharp. “They’re always waiting.”

There were at least 10 jewels attached to the crown's base, making it one of the most grandiloquent objects in the entire vicinity of this lifeless wasteland. All seven of them hid behind a boulder large enough to conceal them. Their iris stretched as the luminosity of the crown poured their eyes. Their hearts are pumping faster than a flywheel. They looked at the armored giant wrapped in the halo of zion in the sky. Their forehead complete drenched in sweat and horror. "What the hell...Is that a woman?" "This rhythm! Shit! Can you guys feel it? " "Yeah! It's coming out of that crown…" "What the hell is she doing there? Why are they drifting in the sky like that?"