The Liar's Crown Novels & Stories

Yet here I was lying to the woman who came close to be a mother to me. She stopped what she was doing and fixed her brown eyes on me. “What did you say?” she whispered. I swallowed hard and repeated my lie. “She isn’t safe out there. I need to keep her here for a while so I can think straight… I wouldn’t have risked returning here if this wasn’t true Laura. You know me,” I lied again. I would have returned because the crown was in the room she had allocated to me since I was fifteen. But she didn’t have to know this.

The mage's magic lingered in the air, intertwining with ours, creating an indelible bond that would shape the course of our reign. As ancient elders approached, carrying Queen Daliah's crown on a cushion adorned with green and red stones, the atmosphere became charged with ceremonial gravity. The elders, their presence resonating with the weight of tradition, presented the crown as if passing the scepter of command. Liam, his eyes filled with both reverence and love, accepted the crown from the elders. The gemstones on the cushion shimmered in the ambient light, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the scene. With a delicate touch, Liam lifted the crown, its intricate design catching the refl

Just the bond that burned between us like it was forged in the marrow of stars. After, when he wrapped himself around me, scenting me until I was soaked in him, he whispered, “I’ll find a way. I swear it. I’ll tear the crown from my own head before I let you go again.” I wanted to believe him. But as I lay there, cocooned in his warmth, I couldn’t stop the cold thought crawling through my mind like a shadow. A crown made of lies will always cut the one who dares to wear it.

The whispers grow louder, and Vivian is unable to control herself. “What are you talking about?!” Her voice is tinged with hysteria. “I am the queen of the North, not that woman!” She pushes Bella away and strides to the front where we are standing. “The queen of the Northern Wolf Kingdom is me, Vivian! Not her! That woman is a slave and an imposter! She deceived the Northern Kingdom, pretending to be me—” “Leanna is my fated mate.” Cedric puts his arm around my waist, his voice calm. “You are not and have never been my queen.”

She murmured, "Had I known this would be the end, why did I bother to work so hard? Better to have traveled far and wide, to gaze upon vast landscapes like a free bird. In this life, I was wrong about all the things…” Lilith remained silent. Elinor then asked, "Lilith, if you had the choice, would you still come here?" Lilith sighed deeply, offering a bitter smile, " It's a fucked-up world. I wish I would never come." It had been a long time since Elinor had heard such coarse language. Startled, she remembered the time, and suddenly called out, "Archbishop!" The golden palace walls were covered in pure white snow. A crowd gathered outside the palace gate.

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

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.