The Liar's Crown Novels & Stories

“But now… it looks like it was about you.” “And Haunter,” Candy added gravely. “That crown—it wasn’t yours. It was his.” I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. The same mate who’d rejected me… the one who still haunted my every breath… was now in a vision of the end. Wearing a cursed crown and standing over my dead body? “I need answers,” I said suddenly, standing up. Jimmy gave me a worried look. “And where do you plan on getting those? The pack library’s not exactly loaded with ‘How Not To Die From Your Frozen Goddess Curse’ manuals.”

Then he bent down and she placed it on her head. “Nice,” I said, stifling a laugh. Belle had chosen big, purple flowers for Liam’s crown and they jutted out from his head in all different directions. It was endearing, seeing the strong alpha of the pack sporting a child’s hand made flower crown. But Liam smiled proudly and puffed out his chest. “Prince Uncle Liam at your service,” he said, bowing dramatically. This made Belle erupt into giggles. “Now hold hands like a real prince and princess,” Belle instructed.

“Darling, it is time to accept your crown.” I silently nod as my eyelids droop again. A doctor in the room suddenly says, “Hurry. She is getting tired. She hasn’t been to stay awake for a full day yet.” I force my eyes open again as the clergy nods and steps closer to me. If my mind wasn’t so out of it, I would swear that someone pushed the fast-forward button, and everyone is talking really fast now. I snap to attention when a voice booms through the room. “Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?”

"I don't know who you are anymore. Are you truly a good person like Lili, or someone who is naturally evil and consumed by anger and hatred? I feel that your every word, and even your smiles, have been nothing but lies. I believe that I have inadvertently fallen into your web of deceit." The Crown Prince's eyes glistened with unshed tears, and the lady felt a pang of regret for causing him so much pain. "Whatever it is that you are planning, know that I will not let you succeed," he continued, his voice menacing and filled with rage. As Lili wept quietly, she could feel the tip of a sharp and cold sword trembling against her neck, ready to strike at any moment. The Crown Prince's threat hung

He sat down next to her and asked her again, “So where did you see the old crown? Where did you get the design for the band you created?” Talli sighed as she shook her head in disgust. “I never saw any crown. I told you I drew the design while imagining myself being a princess. I put everything I thought being a princess meant into that design.” Leaning close to her he snarled, “Stop lying to me, bitch! The design is the same as the crown Nicolas wore. It is nearly identical to it. It matched the splendor of the old crown from hundreds of years ago. You must have seen it at some point in time.”

Leo now announced looking down at me with that same breathtaking smile, where I couldn’t help the slight wink that I sent him with a giggle, which he seemed to appreciate. “Let us make our oaths, Miss Evangeline Loretta Sharp, do you swear to always put your people, your mate and most importantly, the crown at every decision which you are to make from this day forward?” Leo asked turning around to pick up the crown he had spoke about in the corridor, with a deep breath, I allow my own voice to travel around the room. “I do.” I spoke standing by my first oath as Leo turns, the crown sparkling so beautifully in his hands, beautiful diamonds dotted around the edges, large crystals in colours of

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

Upon seeing how firm and unwavering I was, the crowd began to doubt themselves. Some dissenting voices could be heard. "She doesn't sound like she's lying. Why would she risk being thrown out of the Weatherby family by claiming to be the heiress?" "Yeah, look how emotional she is. Maybe what she's saying is true. It's unsurprising for powerful families to have unknown, dark secrets." "If Zadie is the true heiress, this is going to be quite a show."

Gasps, shouts, steel drawn. “Don’t—” Elira started, but another stepped forward. A warrior this time. He seized the Crown with both hands and gritted his teeth. His muscles swelled with the effort of holding it, but then his eyes rolled back, and smoke bled from his mouth. He dropped, body charred from the inside out. The Crown didn’t move. It didn’t tumble. It sat perfectly upright, as if gravity obeyed it differently than the rest of the world. Zara’s jaw was clenched so tightly Elira thought she might crack a tooth. “This isn’t a trial. It’s a culling.”