The Liar's Crown Novels & Stories

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

he asked, without looking up from the paper in his hand. He rose, and I heard his footsteps approaching. "Aren't you the lady from the ceremony who made a sore-throat treatment with barely any ingredients?" he asked, studying me. "Yes, Your Highness," I replied, keeping my head bowed. I dared not look up at him. "You—"

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

“I know that you have pure intentions for the kingdom, Your Highness. Let me compensate all my offenses against you.” Darina scowled, feigning disinterest to Ardeshir’s offer. “Let me be part of your division. I will accompany and help Your Highness in all your campaigns without any thoughts against you,” he offered, as if explaining abstract things. “What do you think?” “You do not know what I think, right? So how can I know if your offer has no unacceptable thoughts against my loyalty to the crown and intention to the kingdom?” Ardeshir deeply wanted to convince Darina that he rather said, “I will give you the seal of my clan!”

“That’s not true—” “Isn’t it?” Cassian stood, his body vibrating with barely controlled rage. “Because from where I’m sitting, in this cell, listening to you fuck someone else, it feels very much like it’s true. It feels like you chose the crown. And I have to sit here and wonder if you ever actually loved me, or if I was just a convenient secret. A man to hide with until someone better came along.” Daemon felt something in his chest shatter into irreparable pieces.

“It’s about Isabella. Were you... were you really engaged to her? She seemed so certain in that interview.” Liam stiffened. For a second, the mask of the romantic man slipped, revealing the cold CEO underneath. But then his shoulders relaxed. “I have never been engaged to any woman, Evelyn. Not Isabella, not anyone. That interview was a collection of desperate lies. My team has already had the video taken down, and I promise you, I will deal with Isabella personally for the stress she’s caused you.” A wave of relief washed over me. I wanted to believe him. I needed to believe him. But I wasn't done.

“I know the great Alaric is dead. I know the packs are already choosing sides. And I know you’ve stumbled into something far bigger than yourself.” I frowned. “The Crown. What can you tell me about it?” Maelis leaned back, her expression turning thoughtful. “Ah, the Crown. A relic from a time when the packs were united, or so the stories go. It’s said to grant power beyond imagination, but…” “But what?” I pressed. Her gaze sharpened. “But it comes at a price. The Crown doesn’t just amplify strength—it corrupts. It feeds on ambition, twisting even the noblest heart into something monstrous. That’s why Alaric hid it.”

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.

His proud thick eyebrows are creased, and his lips are thinned. His eyes. I gasped. Those blue eyes which stares at me with so much love and sincerity. Those cunning blue eyes, which made me drown in a beautiful fantasy. His eyes, which seemed to tell a wonderful story every time he stares at me. It was eyes of a liar. I burst in tears as I looked at Jacob. I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. He's no different from Dylan. He's also a liar. He's also an evil.

"What did you just say?" "The Obsidian's body is dead, that part is true," Liora explained, even though speaking was getting harder and harder. "But the spirit of the Obsidian is still living inside me right now. And as long as that spirit continues to exist, no crown will ever be placed on anyone's head except Laka's. If anyone tries to ignore this rule and put the crown on someone else's head anyway, whoever wears that crown will die a horrible death. The only exception is if Laka himself decides to place the crown on whoever he wants to rule. So tell me, Lynn, did you see this part coming in any of your brilliant plans?" "You absolutely can't do this to me," Lynn screamed, and her voice w