The Crownless Again Shall Be King Novels & Stories

The moment I left the manor behind, my phone buzzed, a coded message from James, our family's tutor. "Harriet, your dad's on the warpath. He's threatened to erase me from Norchester if I don't sway you to his way of thinking: change your college choice, agree to a strategic marriage. He's even rallied the Blood Oath Brotherhood in Engleton against you, to teach you the price of defiance." My fingers clenched around the phone until they turned pale. That was his master stroke. I thought I broke free, but he was spinning a new web all along.

Kael protested. "You need titles for formal occasions," she insisted. "Traditional or innovative?" Through the bond, we considered. "The Broken Crown," Lyra said suddenly. "That is what we are. Five pieces of what should be singular authority, shattered and reformed into something new." Silence. Then slow nods. "The Broken Crown," Queen Elara repeated, testing the phrase. "The Council of Five, known as the Broken Crown. I approve." She stood, and the Court stood with her.

I replied, nonchalant. Demille chuckled. "Some new maids will be appointed to your quarters. You'll be able to choose the ones you'd like to work with — and the ones you don't." He paused for a moment before continuing. "And the King has ordered everyone to be present at the maid selection, so the royal family has no room to complain about the maids afterward. Especially you." He said the last part with a smile on his face and a mocking tone. I finally looked up at him.

Ancient. Carved with the same crown Kael had once worn. The symbol flared to life—recognizing his blood. Kael stared at it. Cradle spoke softly. “You think that’s where the Crownless King is hiding?” “No,” Kael said. “I think that’s where he’s locked up.” Her heart skipped. “Then who the hell have we been fighting?” Kael met her eyes. And whispered: “The version of me that never got locked up.”

“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.”

A sliver of it peels off, revealing obsidian underneath. Hooded Figure (whispering): "The Crown was forged atop lies. You are its true voice now." Arion (eyes glowing, blood dripping from his palm): "They called me the spare. I'll make sure there's nothing left to spare." Behind him, four glass caskets begin to hum. Ancient Flameblood monarchs, long presumed dead, start to stir within them. Arion (smiling darkly): "Rise, my kings. Let's show the realm what "crownless" truly means."

The same energy corrupting Lira had begun infecting him too. Kael stared silently. Lira felt like she couldn’t breathe. “I did that…” The King’s voice softened. “No. Love did.” The eclipse was nearly complete now. The battlefield had become almost entirely black beneath the corrupted sky. The shadows surrounding Lira slowly began kneeling again. Waiting. The antlered creature stepped forward carefully. “The crown awaits.” Kael snarled lowly despite barely standing. “She’s not taking it.” The creature looked at him almost curiously. “You would rather die?”

Anez explained. "Well, that..." Grace stopped in her tracks, then turned to face Anez. "Yes, Ma’am?" "Will... Adro have to become king someday? I mean, does it have to be Adro?" Anez frowned, then nodded. "Certainly, ma'am. His Highness is the crown prince. Throughout the history of Groendez and other kingdoms, I have never found a king who did not come from the crown prince. The crown prince is the first male descendant of the king, thus having a divine lineage."

Still, in the land of sorrows and agony, the country is filled with sadness and envy, and also the community whereby the crown prince is even tired of his father's gods and he has promised to burn them all and serve a new Creator and new image and an idol too. And that happened to be a sorcerer's idol and the idol had promised to give Cyrus, all that he desired even, any kind of supernatural powers too will be given to him So Dianna instructed the crown prince of Kingstonville to bring his father's gods so that they will burn it down

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.