The Crown's Obsession Novels & Stories

“What… what is this? What am I seeing?” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My tongue felt heavy, my words stuck in my throat. Heat flared in my cheeks as i tried to speak, i wanted to explain, but it sounded ridiculous even in my head. “I… I can’t… it’s not…it’s not what it looks like.. i promise.. Seb—“ Sebastian took a step forward, eyes blazing. “Did you sleep with someone? On the day of our wedding? Isabella, is this how you’re going to humiliate me?”

"As for you, Lorenzo. You say she isn't 'clean'?" "In my eyes, her soul is ten thousand times more noble than your putrid heart." "For every insult you hurl at her, I will strip you of one of your territories." Lorenzo’s face turned deathly, translucent pale. Greed and terror fought a violent battle in the depths of his eyes. He opened his mouth, but the vile words were choked back by the icy realization of his crumbling empire. Sebastian didn't give him another look. He waved a hand in unfiltered disgust.

And she did—her cries filling the room, her body arching into his, her soul trembling with the weight of secrets she could never confess. Meanwhile, in the quiet of her own room, Celine swirled a glass of wine between her fingers, her lips curled in satisfaction. She didn’t need to hear the exact details of what was happening in Adrian’s chambers to know how this night would unfold. Adrian was obsessive. Possessive. And obsession always bred cracks. She had seen the necklace in his hand earlier, had watched his shadowed expression. Good. Doubt was already blooming in his mind. “Little sister,” she whispered, raising her glass in mock toast. “How much longer can you keep your mask in place wh

she whispered, voice low, reverent. “And you love it,” he murmured, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. “Because it’s us. Only us. And no one, no scandal, no rival, will ever touch that.” She shivered, exhausted and sated, surrender complete. In that moment, she understood: obsession wasn’t a cage. It was a kingdom—and she and Dominic were its rulers.

Roxie suddenly felt like she was amid hungry predators as a weird and uncanny atmosphere befell the room; the men had wicked glints in their eyes and the girls looked like they were ever ready to jump into a burning flame just to be crowned as the so-called Luna Queen. What was a Luna Queen? Roxie had no idea but whatever the title was, these girls looked like they were ready to kill for it. Seemed she was the only one kidnapped after all. “For tonight, have fun, drink, and eat, and then let the rituals begin!” He declared and the crowd cheered in applause and suddenly, his dark eyes were meeting Roxie across the room, her breath hitched and she suddenly wanted to hide at the smirk that occu

So I stepped closer. Close enough that the blue fire reflected off his eyes and into mine. “Cassian.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. Only for a heartbeat. Maybe less. But I saw it. Felt it. The air between us tightened so suddenly that the cold around the stairway seemed to pull back and watch. His voice came rougher when he answered. “The Crown’s hunger.” The room went still. Even Ben did not speak. Crown’s hunger. The words landed too easily. Like some part of me had already known the Crown was not only an object. Not only a relic. Not only a tool Damien wanted to use.

There were at least 10 jewels attached to the crown's base, making it one of the most grandiloquent objects in the entire vicinity of this lifeless wasteland. All seven of them hid behind a boulder large enough to conceal them. Their iris stretched as the luminosity of the crown poured their eyes. Their hearts are pumping faster than a flywheel. They looked at the armored giant wrapped in the halo of zion in the sky. Their forehead complete drenched in sweat and horror. "What the hell...Is that a woman?" "This rhythm! Shit! Can you guys feel it? " "Yeah! It's coming out of that crown…" "What the hell is she doing there? Why are they drifting in the sky like that?"

"What did you just say?" "The Obsidian's body is dead, that part is true," Liora explained, even though speaking was getting harder and harder. "But the spirit of the Obsidian is still living inside me right now. And as long as that spirit continues to exist, no crown will ever be placed on anyone's head except Laka's. If anyone tries to ignore this rule and put the crown on someone else's head anyway, whoever wears that crown will die a horrible death. The only exception is if Laka himself decides to place the crown on whoever he wants to rule. So tell me, Lynn, did you see this part coming in any of your brilliant plans?" "You absolutely can't do this to me," Lynn screamed, and her voice w

Nonetheless, she proceeded toward her destiny alongside a man who displayed no love, only a desire for control. While moving towards the middle of the hall, Federico's eyes turned towards the crown resting on a velvet pillow by the altar. His lips formed a faint smile that gave Azalea a chill. She didn't understand his thoughts, but it was obvious that the crown held a deeper significance for him beyond being just a representation of power. The crown was essential for Federico to access more power. Furthermore, it would aid him in solving the puzzle of his mother's murder.

, I said the spell out in loud to create a mirror illusion in front of me, I wanted to see how that crown would look for the first time I would be placing it in my head, suddenly I was in no hurry to go anywhere probably hypnotized just with the thought of me being the Queen of the supernatural world, the thought itself was so overwhelming. A mirror illusion was created in air, reflecting my image holding the crown smiling away, I looked at the black dress I was wearing from the funeral as I didn’t really got a chance to change into anything else but I kind of was matching the vibe of this pretty crown so I carefully placed it on the top of my head while recording every memory of it, I felt