The Crowned King Novels & Stories

Somehow he managed a look of normalcy, as though the matter was of no import. Sethlzaar's trembling, however, came from those to the right of the bishop. In order sat Criver, first of his name and king of the realm, his crown on his head fashioned from gold and embroidered with the finest jewels. The man sat straight, a regality in his posture, and when he looked down at them his gaze was piercing. Lord Edavi Sorlan, royal advisor to the king, and father to the man who adopted Sethlzaar sat next to him, looking like a man who waged a losing battle against Tarr.

Taking a breath, Brawen seemed to find it difficult to calm down. If God's Crown naturally disappears, there's nothing to worry about, but if it's stolen, I'm pretty sure, because how much god must that person be to be able to get the Divine Crown that is behind. Brawen that she did not know. Brawen glanced around. The Crown of God is created by Titania from eternal light, but around the royal palace is still bright as day and the flowers are still blooming and blooming, proving that the Crown God is still here, very Very close.

Congratulations are in order, as well as many questions. Through the door outside, I see the loyal soldiers scouting through. I imagine they will have the entire palace secure very soon, if they haven’t secured it already. After a time, a servant walks in carrying the King’s formal crown. The servant seems confused, flanked by two loyal guards. They walk up the blood-stained silver carpet, carrying the crown all the way to the front. Caleb hops back up onto the platform. As the servant comes close enough, he reaches down, snatches the crown off the pillow it was carried in on, and drops it onto his own head.

Randall replied, his voice steady despite the weight of the moment pressing on his shoulders. The High Monk nodded, and an attendant brought forth the golden crown on its Velvet cushion. Seeing this crown made my heart skip a beat. It was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, a circlet of gold inlaid with emeralds and diamonds, with a central spike shaped like the antlers of a stag. Once it was placed on his head, everything was going to change. The dynamics of our marriage and our responsibilities will keep growing bigger and bigger. “With this crown,” the Monk said, holding it high for all to see, “I name you King Randall of Halewood.”

he added, I lowered my head in shame on his behalf. “Alright alpha, let’s focus on the deal at hand,” I said trying to maintain seriousness. “Fine, then we finish our discussion in the kitchen, on the counter, with your legs wrapped around my waist.” “Alright,” I cut him off, not wanting to hear anymore of his sweet, dirty words. The coronation ceremony finished in a bit. Ronald was crowned King, and if I could say, the crown looked like it was made for him; it suits him perfectly. Ronald stood on the podium, his gaze raised high, it was time for him for give his speech.

Then I walked to Xavier who has one knee on the floor with his head down waiting for me to put the crown on top of his head. Now, put it on his head securely. Make sure it won't fall off and then you're done. "Xavier d'Allenscheid, may you lead us to a peaceful and bountiful future." I said as I put the crown on his head. "Everyone, I present to you. His Majesty, King Xavier d'Allenscheid, the 13th King of the Allenscheid Kingdom." I announced it to everyone who was watching the coronation.

“We were one soul. Until you severed us. You, the golden child. Me, the shadow. They called me a curse.” Cradle’s throat went dry. “You’re the side of him they tried to bury.” He laughed. “No. I’m the side they needed—but feared too much to use.” Kael stepped closer. “Why now? Why rise after all this time?” The Crownless King tilted his head, and every mirror in the room flickered—each one showing a different version of Kael. One crowned in blood. One kneeling before a burning palace. One kissing Cradle while the world burned around them.

Seb asked while coming near her, Swara came in her senses after hearing him, and while showing the picture, she asked, “why you never told me that they crowned you as a King that also in a proper ceremony.” The picture was of Sebastian in which he was getting a crown of mafia king. Seb who saw this chuckled a little and said, “I forgot, and I got this crown because I’m the King of Kings, that’s why.” “And yeah I forgot to tell you one thing more that you are also going to get this crown (said while showing the next picture which is of Queen’s crown) of queen after our marriage.” “Really?” She asked with a shocked expression on which Seb nodded his head in return.

Kneel, the elder commanded. The King’s son lowered himself onto one knee, his head bowed. In the name of the Moon Goddess, in the name of the ancestors who built this kingdom, and in the name of every wolf who calls the Northern Range home, We crown you… our King. The crown was placed on his head, and the crowd erupted into cheers. The sound was deafening, but it wasn’t just noise, it was joy, raw and unrestrained. Wolves howled, children laughed, and the air seemed to pulse with life.

The past few weeks have been more diabolical than even I can comprehend. “You know the Alpha king is coming here soon, visiting every pack in the regions, and you will be on Jimmy’s side as his Luna, not me. That position belongs to me, but lying to the Alpha king is a felony. I can’t pretend to be you, and I also can’t kill you outright because that would mean the Alpha king would have me killed. So let’s see how far your body can go before it breaks down, and being fair, I have been enjoying this even more.” She announced as she examined her body in the mirror.