The Crown's Game Book Novels & Stories

Do you know what would happen if we happen to get our hands on both the book and The Crown? "The world would be in the hands of a Lunatic doctor," Diana responded in realisation. The entire world would be screwed if Gary got what he wanted. She had seen his mind and she knew how evil it was. He would turn the world into something of his command. His own living breathing zombies. "Exactly. So, where is the Crown?" She wanted to doubt the existence of the book which the world thought was destroyed centuries ago, but she could not deny the power she felt from that witch.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

They were the stewards of the land, entrusted with the welfare and prosperity of their people. As the ceremony reached its pinnacle, the crowns themselves were brought forth, symbols of authority and unity. Kendrick's crown was studded with precious gemstones, reflecting the strength of his rule, while the Faith's crown was adorned with delicate filigree, symbolizing her wisdom and grace. The king's crown was placed upon Kendrick's head with a regal solemnity, a weight that he accepted with a sense of duty and honor. The queen's crown followed, its gentle placement a reminder of the delicate balance she would bring to the kingdom.

"The Crown binds. The Stone seals. The Blood remembers." She swallowed. “The Crown.” Killian’s gaze sharpened. “You saw it in the ruins?” Lyra nodded, rubbing her arms as she recalled the way the metal had hummed beneath her fingertips, as if it recognized her. Kane closed the book, sitting back in his chair. “If the Grand Stone is a prison, then the Crown must have been used to lock it.” Killian exhaled. “That means it was meant for the First King alone.” Silence fell over them.

The letters were uneven, rushed, and old, but they struck me with the force of my mother’s voice. My little wolf, if you find this crown, then every lie has failed to keep you small. My vision blurred. Conri stepped closer but said nothing. Bardolph’s pain flickered through the bond, but he held himself silent. I kept reading. This crown is not proof that you must rule. It is proof that you were born free before men wrote contracts over your name. My breath shook. The crown warmed in my hands, and the hidden power beneath the red stones seemed to listen.

Right after they dress me up, Anna waits by the door and smiles, "Dinner should be ready." "I best be on my way, then." The maids do a finishing touch on my dress and put on my jewelry and crown. Royalty is crazy. You have to keep wearing a damned crown on your head and all the formalities are observed even in a simple dinner like this one. I walk towards the banquet hall trying to lighten my mind off of things. I do not want to be thinking of the Introductory or whatever deal father might have on this marriage he just discussed. It seems father has found his place in the banquet hall already as I arrive. And as usual, Kael is nowhere to be found. How is the crown prince always late? "Good e

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

‘’so glad that we are in the purple team together,’’ she smiled at me and I returned the smile. ‘’The first game is the test of intelligence,’’ The man announced. ‘’The king had decided a hunting game for the concubines,’’ he shouted and everyone clapped their hands and the arena soon turned to a cheering ground. ‘’the hunting game is to find the hidden jewel hidden deep in the forest. You will encounter a lot of dangers and whosoever returns with the jewels hidden deep in the forest wins this round.’’ ‘’A game of intelligence?’’ I asked Angelica and she shrugged her shoulders as if she had no idea what I had said. I looked towards Fenrir and wondered if he was doing a competition like that.

Queen Gloria asked ” She is throwing up“ Francis spoke ” oh are you pregnant my dear? That would be such a great news “ Queen Gloria was excited ” don't jump into conclusions, she still needs to be checked “ King Dante spoke ” yes father is right, we can't just assume anything before getting the confirmation from the imperial doctor “ Francis spoke in order to look like he's agreeing with the King ” Go rest now, the imperial doctor is coming to check on you. Francis take your wife to the guest room “ The king ordered

Wade, seated in a wheelchair, was wheeled out. I stood by him, clad in black with lips painted a fierce red. My high heels crushed rose petals beneath, like a harbinger of doom. "Elena…" Rosa went ghostly white, gripping Marco's sleeve, shaking like a leaf. Marco tried to keep his cool, bellowing. "Elena! This is my wedding day! Are you trying to stage a coup right now?" I let out a soft laugh and clapped my hands. Four guards hoisted a massive golden broadsword into view.