The Flying Crown Sofia The First Novels & Stories

“Don’t let me hurt them.” ​“You won’t.” ​Her fingers twitched, instinctively curling around his in a final plea. Then the silver flooded back, swallowing her pupils whole. ​The foreign voice returned, heavy with finality. “Too late.” ​Kael’s grip slipped, his sword clattering uselessly against the rock. Behind Seraphina’s floating form, an impossibly vast shadow unfolded from the darkness, stretching out wings that blotted out the light. Above her head, a crown materialized out of pure, condensed starlight and shadow—not the Bone Crown, nor the Dragon Crown, but something infinitely older, shaped by the first name ever spoken in the dark. ​The ancient crown settled heavily onto her brow. ​An

The tone that the man spoke in radiated imperiality. Constantin took another look—a black-gold dragon robe, the Flat-Heaven Crown, and a radiance of imperial majesty. Could it be… "You're the king of Dasovia!" Constantin exclaimed. Chase snorted coldly. He didn't waste words and struck directly using the Earth Sovereign's Seizing Hand. Constantin's face changed. He quickly drew his sword and unleashed his ultimate technique, the Tallon Nine Swords.

“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.”

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

"Emperor Dominic, Empress Clara... do you present Prince Silas of the Tri-Bloodline to be crowned as the Sovereign Crown Prince of Earth, Sky, Sea, and Space?" Dominic looked down at his son, then at his queen. His gravelly velvet voice resonated through the cathedral with absolute, unshakeable authority: "We do." Clara gently lifted Silas in her arms, placing his tiny feet onto the surface of the Coronation Anvil. The one-year-old prince stood sturdily on his own two feet, his little velvet tunic straight, his silver-gold eyes looking up at his parents with bright trust. Vesper the dragon fluttered off Silas's shoulder, hovering two feet above the child's head, its starry wings glowing soft

She leaned in and whispered something in Sofia's ear. Sofia's gaze sharpened, and her smile froze. "Are you sure?" Anna nodded firmly. In the next second, Sofia's expression changed dramatically. She let out a sharp, panicked scream. "Has anyone seen my crown? My diamond crown is missing!" "What crown?" Vincent frowned immediately. "It was a coming-of-age gift from my father," Sofia said, her voice trembling as she forced out a sob. "It has five ten-carat diamonds on it. It's priceless."