The Liar's Crown Novels & Stories

"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

“This is not a circlet kissed by moons or forged by gods.” She turned in a slow circle. “This is pain made visible. This is grief made iron. This is every name they buried to build their empires.” She paused. Let her voice drop. “This is mine.” Venn spoke. “Will you place it on your head?” Sirelia looked at him. “No.” She set the crown on the altar. “Let it crown itself.” The flames beneath the altar flared. And the crown rose. It hovered. Spinning slowly. Blood wept from its edges.

She leaned down, her lips inches from my ear so Leo couldn’t hear. “He chose the crown over you once. What makes you think he won’t do it again? You think he brought you back for love?” she whispered, her voice a poisonous thread. “He brought you back for his ego. But mark my words: this Pack will never accept a human-born bastard as royalty. You can call this an adventure all you want, but children who don’t belong in the den eventually get bitten. I’m going to make sure he sees the monsters behind the masks, Cora. I’ll strip away the lies until there’s nothing left of your ‘magic’ but a terrified boy who realizes he never had a home here. I’ve killed for this crown, ward. Don’t think for a

she softened her voice and clapped her hands. The doors of the hall opened and several guards filed inside holding a cushion with a crown on it. “No,” I stepped out and spoke for the first time. “It is against our laws and traditions. Queens are crowned only with the coronation crown,” My heart thundered as anger rushed through me. Lyssandra knew the crown was poisoned. That was the only reason she prepared another crown. The question was who had told her and betrayed us? “Typically the king only mates with a werewolf but boundaries are being broken. Your majesty, if you can mate a Fae, then crowning me with a different crown would be no problem,”

bit cruel for Crown to jump to conclusions that I am playing with Orion’s feelings. He is the one who went out with another woman. “I am not playing with his feelings, “ I said with anger in my voice. How dare he accuse me of doing that to Orion. “Well, I was with him yesterday. He called you but you never picked up. Then, last night, he called you again. You didn’t answer, so he left a message, and you only call him back now” Crown said, not masking the irritation in his voice. Wait, what is he talking about, I thought. Crown was with Orion yesterday. That was not what I heard. Crown must be lying and covering up for him. “I get it. You and Orion are friends, so you are covering for him,”

Flame returned like breath to a corpse. The crown of bone gleamed faintly in her hand, throwing its own pale light. Amara traced one jagged edge with her thumb. Each shard carried a story—a warlord who’d betrayed her, a capo who’d sold her secrets, a friend who’d turned her heart into ash. Damien Nero had forged it from her sins, and she could almost admire the cruelty. Almost. She lifted the crown to her head.

The great doors close with a sound like breaking bones, leaving me alone with the ache of this cursed crown and the weight of a kingdom built on graves. The crown itself pulses against my temples, its once-brilliant gold now tarnished to the color of old blood. It used to shine like captured sunlight, a beacon of hope and righteous rule. Now it hums with an endless network of hairline cracks, each fracture a spider's thread of corruption spreading deeper into the metal and into me. Each break is a reminder that nothing in this world remains unbroken: not thrones built on noble intentions, not bloodlines stretching back to heroes of legend, not oaths sworn under starlight with hearts full of

he said. “What is coming,” I demanded. “The crown,” he murmured. My head spun. “What crown. You keep talking about a crown.” He looked at me with fear in his eyes. “The Stone Crown. The heart of the fire.” Lucian frowned. “You said it was a story.” “It was,” Orion replied. “Until it wasn’t.” Thunder rolled in the distance even though the sky was clear. The moon above us glowed redder than before. Like it was bleeding.

The bond between them hummed, a low, intimate frequency only she could hear. You’re not alone, it said. But this part… this was hers. The elder lifted the crown higher. Ancient runes glimmered faintly along its inner rim, pulsing once like a heartbeat. “The Crown of Balance does not sit on liars,” Morvain continued. “It reveals what is hidden. What is denied. What is feared most. Once it touches you, there is no undoing.” A few council members shifted uneasily. They knew. They all knew.

The other member of the thirteen crowns is Lucas, Elliot, Blair, Azazel, Foire, and most importantly, the crown's peak, Illac. Athalia remained silent. She is surrounded by supernaturals and does not know what to do. She is beginning to question her decision of staying inside the border against his father's wish, but she has something to do and she needs it done no matter how long it will take. Dorian looked at Athalia which made her uncomfortable. She has never seen the thirteen crowns before aside from the usual. Their presence are too much for her to handle, their gaze was like killing and beating the crap out of her. Athalia gulped, only if Illac is not busy thinking of how to save Foire