The Crownless Again Shall Be King Novels & Stories

"I overheard the other girls talk about it in the hallway, I got the recap of it." "Help a girl out?" She asked. "He has three younger brothers and one sister," I said to her. "The current King's name is Carrick, his wife's name is Mayela." "Yeah, that seems like the important parts." She looked out of the window for a few seconds. "The guy's name is Sebastian right?" I started laughing. "Yeah." I answered. A few tables over I heard the redheaded girl sigh loudly, clearly annoyed by our ignorance. Tessa seemed to notice it too and raised her cup of coffee.

The man let out a laugh and hit Gabriel on his back. “You should know, Gabriel, that the princess can replace that queen. It is for the reason that the king of the Silex is not of royal blood, she is not a princess. That being a fact, she can be replaced by Princess Natalia.” “Is that so?” Gabriel chuckled. “Then, it is no problem if the princess proposes to him. With her intelligence and elegance, she can make any man, even that king, fall for her!” Seeing that as a celebration, they all toasted with glee.

The color drained from his lips, and his hand started to tremble so much the paper crinkled. "This... this says the Flame isn't a person," Finn whispered. He looked up at me, his eyes wide. "It says the Flame is a debt." "Keep reading," I urged. "‘The crown is not a gift, but a cage,’" Finn read aloud, his voice cracking. "‘The blood of the innocent is the oil for the lamp. When the King fails, the land withers, not because he is holy, but because he has stolen the life of the soil.’"

“My brother is an idiot, he’s not just cheating on his wife.. he’s actually fucking Alice Morningstar.” Den’s eyes went wide. “The witch? Seriously?” “Seriously,” Victor confirmed with a predatory gleam in his eye. “And he has no idea that whore is the key to his downfall.... This is the weakness I’ve been waiting for. His rule is fragile and all it needs is one good push and the Alpha title will be mine.” They emerged into the afternoon light, heading towards a car parked ostentatiously in the driveway. The driver was standing stiffly outside it, looking anxious.

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."

“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.

The great doors close with a sound like breaking bones, leaving me alone with the ache of this cursed crown and the weight of a kingdom built on graves. The crown itself pulses against my temples, its once-brilliant gold now tarnished to the color of old blood. It used to shine like captured sunlight, a beacon of hope and righteous rule. Now it hums with an endless network of hairline cracks, each fracture a spider's thread of corruption spreading deeper into the metal and into me. Each break is a reminder that nothing in this world remains unbroken: not thrones built on noble intentions, not bloodlines stretching back to heroes of legend, not oaths sworn under starlight with hearts full of

Was my love for him reason enough to justify endless sacrifice? Because I was meek and sensible, did that mean I had to yield over and over again? A sharp ache seized my heart, stealing my breath. At last, with trembling fingers, I picked up the pen that felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and signed my name. He pulled me into his arms, relieved. "Adam, don't worry. I won't let you down. Once this is over, I'll remarry you. You can stay here as before. Your identity will only change for a short while."

“You’re the one who froze her cards! You’re also the one who faked your mate certificate with her! You’re a piece of trash who wants both! Stop pretending to be so loyal and good!” As if those words had struck a nerve, Scott flung Katie’s hands away. “Ahh!!!” She crashed into the tea table, and blood flowed from between her thighs. “Scott… please… save our pup…” Scott shot her a cold look and left. Katie had no choice but to call her father. His words only drove her further into despair. “Katie, I just sent your mother into a mental asylum.” Gerald sounded abnormally cheerful. “Apologize to Claire. The elders have already removed me from my position, and the new Alpha King is my enemy. Clair

His gaze swept over us, heavy and measuring. “By the decree of the present Council, he read, and by the command of the Alpha King, we say that Crown Prince Xander is unworthy to succeed to the throne until further hearing. His deeds are disgraceful to the law, and a danger of the peace of our kingdom." The lines were like blows of triumph. My lips twisted into a slow smile and I bowed down in feigned humility concealing the triumph that was in my eyes. Xander had believed himself to be untouchable.