The Crown's Obsession Novels & Stories

"What does it say?" Kael looked at me, his gaze lingering on my shoulder for a fraction of a second, before shifting to the King. "It doesn't use words, Your Majesty. It uses a seal. The mark of the Obsidian Crown." The air in the room seemed to freeze. I looked at Eryx, and for the first time since I’d met him, I saw genuine, unadulterated fear in his eyes. "The Obsidian Crown," he whispered. "That's impossible. They were wiped out in the First Rebellion. They’re a myth."

“We speak of sense. You hunt with no plan, no pause, chasing down rumors. This is not a sound strategy, Your Majesty, it is an obsession.” The word struck hard, reverberating through the chamber. Obsession. I straightened slowly, sweeping my gaze across them. Their fear was palpable, but beneath it I saw what they would not yet voice aloud: doubt. Mutiny. “You call it obsession,” I said, voice low, steady, dangerous. “But obsession is the only reason you sit breathing in this chamber. Obsession united packs. Obsession crushed your enemies.” My eyes locked on the boldest of them, the one who dared meet my stare. “And you, lordling, dare question what you’ve never bled for.”

When Vexon stood up, I was so nervous. A blonde guy brought a crown. All gasped as its beauty; it was full of diamonds and ruby stones. I was awestruck at the marvelous crown. "I designed this crown for my Mafia Gladiolus Queen. It has ruby stones in it, which would represent that she's the only queen of the ling. And she has every right on him," Vexon breathed out and took the crown. I was so surprised. He put the crown on my head. "And I want to say, my queen, you look so beautiful. My eyes never left you, ever since I saw you. I love you," Vexon confessed, which instantly melted my heart.

I didn't know when that question spewed out of my mouth, or when exactly I had started to harbor such Ill intentions toward my sister. But they were there, at the back of my mind. "His majesty is going through a phase, it happens once every month and lasts for three days." She said, tossing the bloody rag into a nearby bucket. "Once it happens, he cannot control his thirst for blood and ends up slaughtering the first human he lays hands on. You're insanely lucky and the first human to have survived his majesty's bloodlust." Penelope explained, rising from my side. A wave of relief washed over me once she was halfway across the room, it looked to me like Penelope was exercising a great deal o

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

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.

Otsana the healer pushed through the crowd with Due beside her; the old servant was still weak but no longer black-eyed. “The crown did not choose early,” the healer shouted, her face pale with terror. “It reacted to the altar, the blood challenge, and whatever Adolphus moved during the night.” Lobo’s eyes flickered toward the Alpha hall. Too quickly. Conri saw it. Bardolph saw it. I saw it. Otsana Blackmoon saw only the crown, her pain, and the story Adolphus had carved around her heart. “Remove it,” my sister said. I gripped the crown again and pulled until blood warmed the edge of my hairline.

He looked at me and smiled. "You're fast, Hazel. I'll give you that." "Put her down, Julian," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "It's over." "Is it?" Julian asked. He pointed toward the window. I looked out. A fleet of black helicopters was approaching. They weren't the FBI. They weren't Syndicate. They had a logo I had never seen before a white skull with a crown. "The Syndicate was just a branch, Hazel," Julian whispered. "The Crown is the trunk. And they don't want a Queen. They want a sacrifice."

The Deluca family, those self-serving types, would've ditched me in the gutter without a second thought if I wasn't worth more to them. I let out an icy, mocking laugh, my eyes darkening with intensity. "And let's talk about Gabriella's obsession with Rosa, it's way past the point of normal. However, Dante, the way he watches Rosa, it's weird, like he's torn between feeling guilty and wanting to shield her from the world. "It's not the look of a stepfather, but more like… "Like he's looking at his own secret flesh and blood." Wade caught on, a glint of respect in his eyes.

Liam’s POV If I had known this was how it would unravel, how every step would tighten like a noose around my neck, I would never have agreed to this marriage. Never. Not to him. Not to a man whose shadow alone felt heavy enough to crush bones. As I stood beside him at the altar, my waist still ached faintly where his hand had held me earlier, firm, possessive, as if I were something that could be claimed by pressure alone. Obsession clung to him like a second skin, and the terrifying part was that everyone around us seemed to accept it as normal.