The Flying Crown Sofia The First Novels & Stories

“I’ll go bring back some food then. They went out the main doorway and into the open. Seb’s hood suddenly started to move erratically, and Azra’s head pops out. She gave a series of chirps and started to push away from under the hood. “I think she wants to fly off for a bit.” Said Dorin as he watched Seb trying to cover Azra. Finally, Seb lets the bird out. Azra flapped her wings and flew up into the sky in a wide circle, making her way towards the sun. “I think she needs to release Xander’s pain into the sun,” said Dorin. “Xander?” Jacob asked as they waited for the tram to arrive. “Apparently, the 3rd crown prince from the capital is staying below us at the 5th floor,” Dorin explained, “So

“This is not a circlet kissed by moons or forged by gods.” She turned in a slow circle. “This is pain made visible. This is grief made iron. This is every name they buried to build their empires.” She paused. Let her voice drop. “This is mine.” Venn spoke. “Will you place it on your head?” Sirelia looked at him. “No.” She set the crown on the altar. “Let it crown itself.” The flames beneath the altar flared. And the crown rose. It hovered. Spinning slowly. Blood wept from its edges.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Anastasia didn't have the time to think and get flustered over her kiss with Kai because as soon as she got to the maids quarters, Madam Felicia came in, ordering the maids to different works. The Princess of Bassy is set to arrive in two days time and everywhere must be perfect for her arrival. The day suddenly became hectic, no room to joke or play. It was work over here, work over there. The atmosphere was light, everyone has been anticipating for the day thier future queen would arrive in the kingdom. Everyone has been curious, what does she really look like? Is she white as snow as people said? Or she's honey skinned? Is her lips red as rose? Her hair long and beautiful like that of Aph

"Today, we will delve into the history of the Evreux Kingdom, focusing on the imperial family." As Martha embarked on her teachings, Lucas absorbed her words, determined to grasp as much knowledge as he possibly could. Soon, the mention of Felipe Evreux, the current emperor and second son of the former king Edgar Evreux, caught Lucas by surprise. "Wait, if Emperor Felipe is the second son, who's the first son? And can the second child really inherit the throne?" Lucas blurted out, his mind racing with questions. His upbringing had instilled the belief that the firstborn was the rightful heir to the throne, which clashed with the reality he was presented with.

The ancient voices had become whispers. The danger seemed to be over. Then Zevarion’s Moon Sigil suddenly burned. He doubled over. Elyra rushed to him. “What happened?” He pressed a hand against his chest. “Something is wrong.” The Heart pulsed. Once. Twice. Then a new symbol appeared above it. A black crown. Aeliana stared at it. “That is impossible.” The First Bearer turned pale. “What?” Aeliana’s voice shook. “The crown belongs to the First King.”

All I hear is, "By the power vested upon me, you will become the queen of Evergreen, from today until forever!" A maid removes my crown and my father stands up. He walks next to the high priest. The priest takes a few steps back and my father takes the queen's crown. Gently, he crowns me with it and says, "I am so proud of you!" I force a smile and curtsy as father nods and goes back into his place. I face the crowd once and for all. The high priest announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children, world-- help me welcome the new Queen of Evergreen, Aurora Wintershade!"

Kal gently held the crown with his two hands and gestured for the Alpha to rise, “I bestow you this crown of silver-diamond and sapphire. Newly crafted and made by the orders of His Majesty and agreed with fellow neighboring Alphas, as a symbol of your title as the Alpha of the Moonflame Pack. Failure to stand up to your title with apt morality will result in banishment as a Rogue and the taking of the crown, along with the title.” “I understand,” Fionn voiced loud and clear and bent one knee as Kallias placed the crown atop his head. It glints and dazzles in the moonlight. ‘So this is what a coronation looks like,’ I thought. “All Hail Alpha Fionn of the Moonflame Pack,” Kallias declared. “

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant. “You know them,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. It was not a question. Mira lowered herself into the chair near my bed and exhaled slowly, the expression on her face turning grave in a way I had rarely seen. “Everyone in the supernatural world knows them,” she said at last. “The Four Crown Kings are not merely powerful students, Aurelia. They are the strongest beings Noctis Academy has produced in centuries.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “Each one stands at the peak of their generation. Each commands power capable of shifting political balance across kingdoms. Nobles fear off