The Liar's Crown Novels & Stories

The Hollow Crown sat in her hands like a living thing, It pulsed not with heat or cold, but with intention. It wanted to be worn. Not just by anyone but by her, Liora… or Nimara? She wasn’t sure anymore, All she knew was this: the moment she placed it on her head, the world would change Forever. The Council was in chaos, Some begged her to destroy the crown. Others swore loyalty before she’d even made her choice The lines were clear now: Liora’s world vs. Nimara’s truth.

Thick brown wings with dangerous looking talons bordering it flapped behind him, causing his brown hair to fly about his face. "'Tis nigh impossible, my liege. The crown never moves until the Lord is dead. 'Tis the way of things." Lord Vas let go of my hand and stroked his bare chin with it. "Aye Ferrin. So we thought, until this morn. Allow me to show you."He said and snapped his fingers. The sound of metal clashing against glass filled the air and i craned my neck in the direction of it. I sucked in breath sharply as did everyone else around me. A transparent rectangular box made of glass was being carried in by a man who seemed to have a problem with it, since it was moving. Not

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

The two left together from the stairs and looked left and right. “The golden crown. They said it was a cursed crown, so no one dared to steal it,” Vivian answered him. She turned to the right while pointing a finger. “Here. No one approaches the crown because of fear. It is said that if you stare at the crown, you will lose your mind. That happened once to a student.”

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

When Tori was left alone with Lady M, the latter finally spoke, “So tell me, what is a noble lady doing here?” Tori took off her hood and sat comfortably. “Now, that isn’t the information we must be talking about. How about we start our conversation with the location of the Elysian Crown?” Lady M abruptly stood up from her seat due to shock from what she heard. Tori couldn’t blame her. After all, the Elysian Crown was why the original novel got the title ‘Thorny Crown.’

“I’ve been doting on her for years, so she won’t be able to leave my side. We’ve never been separated for so long, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. It’ll be easy for me to make her happy again when I see her next time. I’ve already bought an island for her. She loves scuba diving.” Then, his voice turned serious. “Don’t be jealous. I’ll prepare even more gifts for you and our pup. What belongs to me belongs to you.” The call ended, and the crowd burst into an uproar. Someone grabbed a chair to hit me! “You really are a shameless mistress! I’m going to kill that illegitimate child of yours!” Despair filled my entire being… Bam! Someone blocked the chair with their arm, and it shattere

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.

Morning light filtered through the curtains of Isabelle’s chambers at Cresthaven Palace, illuminating the small desk where she sat motionless, quill suspended above parchment. A letter to Amelia lay half-written before her, the ink long dried. How did one tell a dear friend that the crown prince had requested assistance in courting her? More importantly, how did one write such a letter with a heart splintered into fragments?

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.