The Crownless Again Shall Be King Novels & Stories

My heart races, and I dart my eyes back to Shane and his comforting look. As the darkness tries to edge in around me, my breath becomes shallow and weak again, while a doctor announces, “No more talk about the crown or who is the going to be crowned. It is causing the Princess issues. I’m sorry your Majesty, but the safety of the Princess is more important than talking about royal business.”

“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.”

"What did you just say?" "The Obsidian's body is dead, that part is true," Liora explained, even though speaking was getting harder and harder. "But the spirit of the Obsidian is still living inside me right now. And as long as that spirit continues to exist, no crown will ever be placed on anyone's head except Laka's. If anyone tries to ignore this rule and put the crown on someone else's head anyway, whoever wears that crown will die a horrible death. The only exception is if Laka himself decides to place the crown on whoever he wants to rule. So tell me, Lynn, did you see this part coming in any of your brilliant plans?" "You absolutely can't do this to me," Lynn screamed, and her voice w

"We've gotten that a lot these past couple of weeks. The sounds. At first we thought they were just weird sounds from the neighboring town-men at work, but nothing we really dwelled on. Until the strange occurrences began, and we couldn't ignore them. Now, our women pray every time we hear them." Elijah drew closer to me, his hand brushing against mine in a kind of reassurance. Jason was more restless, but his eyes were fixed on the fire. "Tell us about the crown, sir." Elijah said calmly. "the crown…" the chieftain sighed, and his voice took on the lilt of a story teller, "it isn't an object. I mean, not in the way you might think it is. It is more of an inheritance. A throne that was carve

He spoke faster now, louder, dragging his own family into it. “The elders were right!” he snapped. “The King isn’t the man he used to be. His judgment is clouded, his strength long gone. All it takes is the queen’s tears to sway him. And you?” He scoffed. “You don’t even have a title worth following.” My patience snapped. “How dare you speak against the Lycan King and the Queen!” I roared. “You’re nothing but a petty, cynical fool! Without His Majesty’s rule, you’d have long been cut down by sorcerers, turned into some potion ingredient!”

“It isn’t about worth. It’s about law. You cannot rewrite what the Goddess decreed.” Kael’s hand tightened around mine. “Then let the Goddess speak for Herself. Until then, keep Her name out of your mouths.” Gasps echoed. Someone slammed a fist against the table. Alric’s face burned red. “You mock the divine. You mock centuries of order. If you continue, the council will be forced to strip you of your crown.” For a moment the air seemed to crackle. My chest knotted. Strip him? Take his title? But Kael didn’t flinch. He looked across them all, calm in a way that felt more dangerous than his temper. “Then try. Gather your votes. Gather your courage. But know this—if you put your hand on my cro

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!"

“But I have a feeling he is the one responsible for all of this?” “Might be. Do you know anything about him?” “Nothing except he asked me to steal the crown before your coronation.” “Ah, it tracks!” “What?” “If someone steals my crown before the coronation, they can challenge me to a duel of life or death, challenge my crown and my position as the king. The crown also has magic, Vera, ancient magic. It gives power to the ruler of Draconia. It is not just an ornament. It is history, it is a source of power.”

Felicity recited the prophecy word for word, the entirety of it already embedded in her memory by magic, where it would stay forever. “It will begin with a stolen crown A worthy scion Nature and Moon Forbidden but inevitable Forever bringing harmony The chains of the past will threaten But the light will sunder them And turn them to dust.” King Tobias sat there thinking for a moment, contemplating the words again. “A stolen crown… a worthy scion? Nature and moon?” he muttered to himself, his hand rubbing over his mouth as he thought. “What does it mean?” he asked, looking at Felicity again.

"Kneel." He got down on one knee, and my eyes began to open wide. Was it happening? "Prince Dorian, you have bravely endured and fought life's trials. The Goddess keeps the balance and ensures that all reach their destiny. She has preserved you, and you are on Destiny's doorstep. Do you answer the call willingly, with loyalty, honour, and honesty?" "Yes. I do." The Councilor smiled and took the crown. "Your word is your binding oath. Honour it and live by it. I, Councilor Kade, crown you the new King of the Royal Empire."