The Gentle Beast With A Beautiful Crown Novels & Stories

I place it in the oven with some garlic baguettes and set the timer. Leading her to the counter to sit while we wait, I gently lift her arm to inspect the artwork on it. I am impressed, she has a red dragon design that wraps it’s whole body fully around her arm. The level of detail in this image is exquisite and almost makes it seem as though the creature could leap off her skin and become alive. I lift the sleeve of her t-shirt to be able to see all of it and the head of the animal rests on her shoulder. “This is amazing Angel, and you say you have one on your back as well?”

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

The nails caught the faint light, each one rusty and bent at odd angles as if they had been forced in violently. It had no eyes and no mouth—just smooth, pale skin stretched tight over a face-like shape. Still, she sensed it watching her. One of the brides whispered, “The Crowned One has come to collect.” Another softly said, "Avoid running. It takes pleasure in you running.” Camela’s body urged her to escape, but she forced herself to stay still. The creature paused at the edge of the cliff, with the sea swirling around its knees like a dark liquid shadow. It raised one hand. The nails in its crown rattled softly, making a sound that buzzed in her ears like a thousand tiny hammers.

The once radiant blue firmaments were dimming into darker skies, the day drifting into the horizon as they began their journey back to the palace. They didn't have to wait long, the crownsmith only needed to polish the crown and they were set. Anaise had only caught a glimpse of the crown but it was more than enough to leave her stunned and speechless. It was beautiful, bedazzled with jewels and diamonds of different sizes, the shimmer of the crown was enough to leave Anaise buzzing with want, wanting to touch it, to feel it. Her hands itchen to gently place the delicate diamond on her head and prance around as a queen. But she quickly came down from that high, it was Astrid's dream not hers

Bernice glanced at me. The maid put on white gloves and carefully opened the box to reveal a crown. I blinked. It was the Crown I had never seen before. It has twelve water-drop-shaped pearls arranged neatly on the crown. On the top of each pearl is a perfectly cut heart-shaped diamond. The base of the crown is silver with rings of olive-leaf-shaped crystals. In the light of the Sun, it is holy and elegant like the Crown of our moon goddess. Bernice was so pleased with the crown that the satisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed.

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Standing there after basically going all Warrior Goddess on the crowd, we continued with the ceremony. Killian gave Rian my biological mother’s crown, which was a Baroque black diamond tiara, giving off Gothic vibes for sure. In the middle of the crown was the face of a wolf, with two rubies for eyes. It was truly a work of art, and I was so lucky that it was able to be saved. I bowed in front of Rian, so he could put the crown on my head, and once that was done, I stood up straight. Throwing my shoulders back and lifting my chin up, wanting to show the shifter kingdom that I was strong, fierce, and not to be fucked with.

Taking a breath, Brawen seemed to find it difficult to calm down. If God's Crown naturally disappears, there's nothing to worry about, but if it's stolen, I'm pretty sure, because how much god must that person be to be able to get the Divine Crown that is behind. Brawen that she did not know. Brawen glanced around. The Crown of God is created by Titania from eternal light, but around the royal palace is still bright as day and the flowers are still blooming and blooming, proving that the Crown God is still here, very Very close.

She had to do the same and so she did . As Cynthia touched the crown she reached an unknown place , it was a castle .There was a kind of meeting going on there . Hundreds of unusual creatures stood there .Few of them looked human but the weren't they had an unusual glow and shined bright . In the centre was a throne and two ladies stood in front of fit .One of them was extremely beautiful . She looked like Cynthia they were almost alike , at first Cynthia thought it was her but it wasn't they both weren't identical . She wore a white gown and jewellery made of white pearls , she was lying down on her knews crying .She was wearing the exactly same crown Cynthia saw in the previous room . On t

"This was the first crown my mother ever wore. I thought... I hoped you might wear it tonight." My heart stuttered against my ribs. "Theo—" "She would have loved you," he interrupted gently. "Strong, compassionate, unafraid to challenge tradition while respecting its foundations. You remind me of her in so many ways." His fingers trembled slightly as he opened the box, revealing what lay nestled inside. The crown was a delicate masterpiece, smaller and more intricate than his – a woven pattern of gold and silver, studded with diamonds that caught the light and fractured it into a thousand tiny rainbows. It looked both ancient and timeless, powerful in its subtlety.

He said that he has made a drawing inside his mind that how should it looks like. Not long after the Drums changed their beats. Everyone starts looking toward the golden door from where I came in. There was Iron Coyote, He was holding Something in his hand covered with a beautiful gold thread made the cover...As he moved closer he stopped and reveal what he was holding. The crown that I am to wear is revealed to my eyes. It is a great, tall crystal headdress that matches my wedding outfit. Rows of crystal stick straight up in the air, and even more dangle from those. It's truly the most beautiful thing. The jewel was antique. I have never seen anything as beautiful as this...I bend down to l