The Crowned King Novels & Stories

Other people knelt as the king starts announcing. “Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.”

Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass. Sebastian let out a short, contemptuous laugh. His polished, hand-made leather shoe came down, pinning Lorenzo’s palm to the floor with agonizing precision. "The head of the family? Lorenzo, you seem to have forgotten who anointed you to that seat. In this city, what I bestow, I can reclaim whenever I please." Pinned and helpless, Lorenzo twisted his head, staring up at me with eyes saturated in pure venom. "Joanna, you make me sick. I can't believe how fast you crawled into the Don’s bed."

His expression was deeply uncomfortable. "Mr. Kingsley," he started. "I know you explicitly stated you didn't want any media briefings this morning, but... this is trending globally. It involves Ms. Rowe. The public relations department needs to know if we are issuing a statement." "What are you talking about?" I asked, my brow furrowing as I reached out to take the tablet. The moment my eyes hit the screen, my heart stopped. The headline was from a prominent British tabloid, flashing in bold, ugly text: RUNAWAY PRINCE FOUND: HEIR TO THE THRONE SPOTTED IN UNDERGROUND NEW YORK TRYST.

Then there were whispers. “Αlphα King Killiαn.” “Lunα Queen Liαnα.” “Is thαt their son? Oh my God.” The hαll wαs grαnd. I meαn‚ reαlly grαnd. Red cαrpet stretched out like α royαl pαth strαight to the front stαge‚ αnd there were gold decorαtions‚ flowers‚ soft music plαying in the bαckground. Two mαssive thrones sαt on the stαge‚ one for the Αlphα King αnd the other for his Queen. Beside them‚ in α cleαr‚ glαss box with silver trimmings‚ wαs the crown. It wαs so beαutiful‚ αnd even though it wαs α modern-dαy gαlα‚ the trαdition of the crowning ceremony still held strong. Seeing thαt crown mαde everything reαl.

It was thorough, structured, and more fair than she had expected, especially after adding her conditions. She asked who would witness it. Damien said, Marco for her and his advisor Vincent for him. Then he told her the wedding would be tomorrow night. It would be small, only the families, held at the Cross estate so his father could confirm everything was legitimate. Elena asked what his father was like. Damien looked toward the window, his reflection hard to read. He said his father was dangerous, cruel, and sharp enough to hold power for thirty years while everyone tried to take it from him. He warned her that his father would test her. He would try to find her weaknesses and see if she de

He smiled broadly at the sight of his grandson. Andre sat beside the queen next to his dad until the announcement was made that the kingmakers should proceed with the crowning ceremony. The journalists and cameras were busy, doing their jobs and before all, a crown was placed on Andre Torello’s head. It was beautiful, a little smaller than the one the King himself wore and a golden necklace was placed around his neck as soon as that was done, along with the oath of office, he was declared the crown Prince of the Ashanti Kingdom.

“That’s not an answer.” Rael exhaled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “The Crown isn’t just a symbol of power, Elior. It’s… alive.” Elior frowned. “Alive?” “The Crown chooses its king. It doesn’t simply rest on the head of the strongest—it binds itself to the one it deems worthy. And once it does…” Rael’s gaze flicked to Elior. “There’s no going back.” Elior’s pulse quickened. “So you’re saying I don’t have a choice.”

Fighting the pain, I looked up at him with great difficulty and watched as he slowly straightened his cuffs. "Look at how pathetic you are right now. The once-proud heir of the Wright family, and you threw it all away for a woman. Now, she can't even stand the sight of you." He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Honestly, it'd be better for everybody if you just happened to die in here. Ashley won't be tied down by you anymore. Luke could officially call her his mom and inherit that multi-billion-dollar empire you built for her." I glared at him and forced the words through my throat. "In your dreams!"

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."