The Crowned King Novels & Stories

Loki interrupted, returning her gaze to him. The young man by name; Kylo Greyson, shot a brow upwards in a brief surprise before he gave one short nod at her. "Alright if you insist, my lady." He bowed slightly at her and Loki frowned, her brows creasing briefly. She turned around to leave but on second thought, paused. Turning back to him she added, "Its been Ms. Colleen for many years now, not Ms. Donovan. It is way too late for a sudden change of names, don't you agree?"

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.

I glance around and notice that a few are smiling at me while Rachael looks like she is about to start a fire with her eyes, looking over at a group of them. “Do you promise to ensure that your Knights take care of their lands justly. If they do not, do you promise to punish the Knights for their dishonor even taking land from those that do not deserve it.” “I do.” “Then you are ready. I hereby name you King Christopher Allen Murphy.” He places the crown on my head. “Rise, Your Majesty.” I stand up and every one kneels. “Long live the King! Long live the King!” Everyone shouts at once.

The council chamber smelled of smoke and polished wood. Candles burned in tall brass holders along the walls, their light reflecting off the gilded edges of the maps spread across the table. The city of Valoria lay in miniature there, every district rendered in ink and precision, the heart of the kingdom marked by the symbol of the crown. Adrian sat at the head of the table, but he did not feel like its master. His fingers drummed against the wood while the nobles murmured around him, their voices a tangle of fear and calculation.

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

On the night when the moon was at its fullest, I washed away the disguise from my face, revealing my true, breathtaking appearance. Amid the howls of countless wolves, I stepped forward, one step at a time, ascending the path to the throne. Below the throne, Alpha Cael, High Priest Zephyr, and High Healer Lorian knelt on one knee, devoutly kissing the hem of my dress. I turned, looking out over the land I had conquered with my own hands. From this moment on, I was the one and only Alpha Queen of this world.

He spoke without a hint of deception as his fingers went under my chin and lifted my head up to look into his eyes again, due to the heels on my feet, I didn’t need to go onto my tiptoes in order to place a kiss onto his lips, where Leo pulled me even closer taking in the moment before the world saw us. “I have to say, I have yet to see you in this crown and it certainly suits you.” I smiled pulling away but allowing my eyes to gaze upon the beautiful but heavy looking crown which sat proudly on Leo’s head, so many other jewels and intricate parts looking back. “It is a crown that each Alpha King before me has worn but you, I designed the crown which will rest upon your head and your head on

The streets filled with people, shoulder to shoulder, faces lifted. Some cheered when they saw me while some just watched in wary silence. I walked anyway. The procession wound through the capital, petals scattered underfoot, incense curling in the air. When we reached the great courtyard, the Abyssal Throne stood waiting not as a monster now, but as stone and history. Xander ascended first. The crown was placed upon his head, an ancient metal warmed by the sun and the roar that followed shook the sky. “Long live the King!” Then the herald turned.

“It’s a disgrace to turn his back on all these children.” “The sad part is that he’s not even aware of his own ignorance.” “He’s clearly paranoid about his brother trying to take his crown. Not once in all these years has he attempted such a thing.” I winced internally at that comment. That opinion might come back to bite me in the butt. “This is exactly why Alpha Nightshade is referred to as the Uncrowned King. He’s the one who figured out how to take care of all these people.”

“Please, join us.” Kael’s movements were deliberate as he strode to the table, his boots echoing against the marble floor. He sat without hesitation, his posture impeccable, and for a moment, the room felt too small to contain the tension between them. “This is my daughter, Princess Emilia,” King Alaric said, gesturing toward her. “She will stand in place of her sister, Princess Celeste, as your bride.” Kael’s eyes shifted to hers, and Emilia forced herself to meet his gaze. His expression didn’t waver—no surprise, no warmth, no disdain. Just a cool, unyielding mask.