The Crown's Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

Initially, she didn't mind, but when she felt them approach her, she stiffened. She glanced at the mirror and saw them. Two tall men, wearing dark suits. Their expressions weren’t any friendly. "Excuse me, this is the ladies..." she began but when they took a step forward, she subconsciously stepped back. One of them smirked. "See who is here if not the queen of the night, huh?" his voice was thick with mockery. "Our boss says your crown doesn’t shine so bright up close." Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist roughly, pulling her close.

“Let’s open it together.” “No.” His tone was razor-sharp. “I’ll open it. You stay behind me.” He lifted the velvet covering slowly. Inside the box lay a single object. A crown. Silver. Narrow. Elegant. Laced with obsidian and moonstone. Crafted with sickening care. It was delicate, unmistakably shaped for a woman. A queen. Aria’s breath caught. Kaelen snarled—a sound so vicious the very air seemed to recoil. Attached to the crown was a small rolled parchment. Kaelen snatched it and unrolled it. His hands shook as he read it aloud:

"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

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

My whole body tenses when I take the crown, heart pounding wildly in my chest. “We’ve gone through the rules, we’ve gone through every procedure and now it’s time for your king to crown his queen,” Gaza’s shrill voice rings out. “All rise!” The crowd rises, a massive sea of bodies. “Your Majesty, the King, Alpha Cassian Vale,” he pauses, “please, crown your queen.” Lysandra faces me, my throat closes and I will my hands not to tremble. “You can smile a little, Cassian,” she taunts in a whisper.

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.

**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.”

The Crown wasn’t just pulsing now. It was blazing. Like it was trying to burn its way out of her. Damien noticed instantly. “Hey,” he said, gripping her shoulders. “Stay with me.” “I can’t breathe.” “You can.” “It’s too loud,” she whispered. Not the people. Not the screams. The Crown. It was singing now. And the melody was pulling her apart. Then— A presence. Cold. Immense. Close. Aria’s head snapped toward the open palace doors behind them.

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”