The Crown's Obsession Novels & Stories

I looked up at the guys, and Mateo and Blaine nodded with a questioning look in their eyes. "Of course, but-" "I had a brief thought when we were in that antiques room, and the crown- I almost forgot it after the-" I stopped and bit my tongue. It still felt weird thinking about the crown on my head. "What?" Blaine said as he pulled out his gloves and threw it in the trashcan. "Go on." "We already know there is more to it than just the crown. And the king said I might be the descendent of Azura and Verna, right? So what if- what if whoever doing this wants to wipe out the descendents of Azura? What if they gain something from this?"

So why was my chest filling with something that felt dangerously close to hope? "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but... she is a disgraced omega. Why would the crown want her?" The King looked down at me, kneeling in the dirt with my wrist bleeding where the iron had scraped it, and when he answered, his voice was loud enough for all to hear. "Because she is my mate."

I rasped, And tried to sit up, "Underwater and I guess I got jolted by a forbidden crown." "Forbidden crown?" Kylie asked with humor in her voice but a bit of relief on her face. "that's the best I can come up with." I managed to say, "seeing as they don't want us possessing their damned crown. Nearly just ended my precious life simply because I touched it." Kylie's brows drew together as she turned to look at the crown. It still lay on the crown, it's pulse, larger than life, even though it was incomplete. "No, I don't think it's wary of our possession." Kylie whispered, her eyes now super fixed on the crown fragment. Her skin had grown suddenly pale and clammy, and her lips trembled.

I heard a man chuckle and I turned to see who it was. seated on a high chair was a man with pale skin,bride shoulders,he wore a royal regal he rigged of power and authority the people around bowed to him that was when it dawned on me he was the king,the head of the war. ‘If I succeed in killing him this war would end!’I thought as I smiled in my heart. “And when you do kill me do you think my subjects

The black velvet inside framed something bright pink. A plastic crown. Gabby’s pink glitter crown. For a moment, no one spoke. “MY CROWN!” Gabby screamed so loudly the tiny hammer in my head went back to working overtime. She reached for it with both hands. “Easy,” I said. Kendra picked up the crown first and inspected it. “Oh.” “What?” I asked. She turned it toward the light. The crown was clean. No chocolate smudges from Al’s hands. No dust from the grounds at Villa Miravento. The underside, which had been slightly sticky yesterday because Gabby once tried to repair it with lip gloss, wasn’t sticky anymore either.

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

“It seems like we’re all complete, who are here because the food is free and I know you’re all full, so let’s play a game. To help us digest.” “No thanks.” Capt. Crowel said. “I already digested everything earlier when Lancaster chased me. I even went to the bathroom. That’s how fast it digested.” Isis immediately showed his middle finger at Capt. Crowel. She grimaced. It seems like she really shouldn't let Isis know that she had a crush on Capt. Crowel before. Isis will surely explode. I better keep it to myself. “Then don't join,” Donnovan interrupted. “Fuck you,” Capt. Crowel immediately answered, which made her shake her head.

“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.

And together—six people where there should have been five—we began preparing for the end of everything. Or the beginning of eternity. Depending on how the next twenty days unfolded. The Broken Crown faced its final trial. Not cosmic judgment. Just the simple, terrible question: How much are you willing to sacrifice for love? The answer, we were about to discover, was everything. And possibly more.