The Crowned King Novels & Stories

He looked as if all he wanted was to touch me to hold me to kiss me more and all my mind was doing was thinking of questions that he did not seem to be what I heard at all. It was time to do our crowning ceremony and the king stood from his throne, Senya's face turned more stern as he kneeled in front of him. King Geoffrey took the crown from a red satin pillow that a council person was holding and looked down at his son, what seemed to be the first time he actually looked proud of something. He placed the crown upon Senya's head of dark brown curls and began his crowning speech. "Senya Alastaine, prince of Alastia, the Queen and I pronounce you the new King in my place, to hold your country

All I hear is, "By the power vested upon me, you will become the queen of Evergreen, from today until forever!" A maid removes my crown and my father stands up. He walks next to the high priest. The priest takes a few steps back and my father takes the queen's crown. Gently, he crowns me with it and says, "I am so proud of you!" I force a smile and curtsy as father nods and goes back into his place. I face the crowd once and for all. The high priest announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children, world-- help me welcome the new Queen of Evergreen, Aurora Wintershade!"

They made both pure gold and rubies. When they were forged, they hid a secret that only some knew. They made the crown to name the rulers of rulers. His queen would give the amulet of all made, so the ruler, the king, would give it to his queen. But what people don’t know is that; the amulet holds power to save one life. The crown is just the provider of that.

Lady Emily stated. “This is going to be awkward,” Vasmir muttered to himself as they walked towards the king, standing right behind him. Meanwhile, inside the carriage, Prince Cornelius saw the audience waiting for them through the small window. The very first person that caught his attention was the man standing next to his brother because of his odd look, at least that was how King Lawson was in his eyes. It was not because he looked weird or anything, but it was for the reason that his clothes were different from the usual royal robes of Varmorians. Still he could not deny that the king still had that regal aura as much as the emperor had. The next person he laid eyes on was the woman beh

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach. Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly. When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain. The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

Peaceful. Completely insane. And somehow… My twin ruled all of it with his weird husband though. Honestly every time I remembered Jayden was technically an actual king now, my brain malfunctioned a little. Like excuse me? We literally grew up threatening people together in New York and now this idiot sat on a supernatural throne somewhere hidden from the human world. Life was weird. “With the new treatment they’ll be okay,” Jayden answered softly behind me before pulling me gently against his chest. I relaxed into him instantly.

This time, they didn’t stop. Outside his window, dawn was still hours away. But the darkness felt heavier now. Oppressive. Like something essential was watching. Waiting. Counting down to the moment when everything he was would be exposed to sunlight and burned to nothing. The Winter King, they called him. He didn’t feel like a king anymore. He felt like a boy who’d made one irrevocable mistake, and now the entire kingdom was going to die because of it.

“But the crown is not just mine. It is the kingdom’s. I cannot let personal ties blind me.” Her sigil pulsed one final time, bright and steady. The shadows bowed and dissipated. ⸻ The Crown Awaits The pedestal rose slowly, carrying the crown into the air before her. Light cascaded over her, warm and electric. The palace itself hummed approval. The trials were passed. Aera approached the crown, hand steady. This was the moment the seal had waited for. As her fingers closed over the metal, a voice echoed—deep, resonant, unmistakable:

“Wouldn’t he?” The silence that followed was answer enough. Before either of them could speak again, the trumpets sounded. The sharp, ceremonial call cut through the open window, through the room, through Zayden’s chest like a blade. Kailee stiffened instantly, her arms tightening around his shoulders as the amplified voice of the herald followed, formal and unyielding. “By order of the Crown,” the voice rang out, “it is hereby announced that King Earic of Ancnix has passed. By right of blood and succession, Prince Gregory Forstfang shall be crowned King of Ancnix at midday tomorrow.”