The Crown's Obsession Novels & Stories

I had walked into enough uncomfortable situations at his penthouse to start calling before every visit. “What’s so funny?” Chloe bounced over toward us holding a champagne flute. Her blonde hair spilled over her bare shoulders, and the tight dress she wore looked one movement away from causing problems. The woman looked like a living doll. “My brother enjoys being called king,” I told her. Dominic groaned. “That’s not what I said.” “Only in bed,” Lana replied with a wicked smile. Dominic buried his face against her neck. “I am the king in bed, princess. Admit it.”

"Any one of those bags could buy a house. I gotta get a picture. I'm not gonna see something like this twice in my life." "Now that's what a real heiress looks like. I knew something was off about Violet. She kept rotating the same few bags every day, trying way too hard to look the part." I pointed at Jim's bag and said to Lewis, "Please verify that bag. I promised to compensate this gentleman with ten bags of equal value." Jim's earlier humility was gone. All that remained was greedy excitement. He didn't even notice Violet slowly edging backward, trying to slip into the crowd.

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

“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.

“The Spiral’s first altar, the real one. The one hidden beneath the Hollow’s roots. If this thing wants to crown itself, that’s where it’ll go.” They broke into a clearing, the air shifted, colder, stiller. Before them stood a ruin shaped like a spire of ribs, curling inward toward a dark altar. And on that altar, a single object sat A new crown. Unlike the bone, one before this was metal obsidian and gold, twisting like thorns, It shimmered with the promise of dominion. Sarah fell to her knees. “I feel it again. Pulling me.” John caught her. “You’re not its vessel.”

“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.

I signalled hemsworth to continue with the verdict . " Queen hazel ,for trying to sabotage the future Queen , joining hands with lady Benita in attempted to murder the future queen , You are hereby stripped from your crown and everything that has to do with Royalty you will be sentenced to exile for Six months ,no one is allowed to call you Queen you will be treated like a commoner And addressed like a commoner This is the decree of king ,Anyone who fails to obey this other will be sentenced to death by hanging " Immediately he finished reading , The crowd erupted into murmur, He closed the scroll and bow his head then turned to leave .

Thick brown wings with dangerous looking talons bordering it flapped behind him, causing his brown hair to fly about his face. "'Tis nigh impossible, my liege. The crown never moves until the Lord is dead. 'Tis the way of things." Lord Vas let go of my hand and stroked his bare chin with it. "Aye Ferrin. So we thought, until this morn. Allow me to show you."He said and snapped his fingers. The sound of metal clashing against glass filled the air and i craned my neck in the direction of it. I sucked in breath sharply as did everyone else around me. A transparent rectangular box made of glass was being carried in by a man who seemed to have a problem with it, since it was moving. Not

The crown sat untouched, as it had since the flames, and the longer it remained there the more it seemed to grow in presence, as if daring someone to lay claim. Beside her, Maxim was silent. He had not spoken since they entered. His tall frame seemed carved from shadow and restraint, hands clasped tight behind his back. Though outwardly still, Zara sensed the beast beneath his skin—restless, prowling, uneasy. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, wolf-gold rimmed with darkness. They fixed on the crown as though it might leap from its place and bite. “Someone has to claim it,” she whispered at last, the words falling too small into the vast chamber. Her voice sounded foreign, swallowed by

“A moment of unity and peace.” The words rolled off his tongue easily, but to me, they sounded like he’d rehearsed them a hundred times. I tuned him out halfway through. My eyes focused on the crown. It looked wrong. I couldn’t help but notice how heavy it was and the way it glimmered unnaturally under the lights. The whole thing just felt like a trap. My fingers were clenched tightly at my sides. When the officiant raised the crown slowly, his arms trembled just a little. “Kneel,” he said quietly.