The Liar's Crown Novels & Stories

“Do you believe this is simple loyalty? You do not comprehend the forces at play. The Veil… they provide stability. The crown… it will destroy everything if misused.” Aera shook her head, the crown’s glow intensifying as if emphasising her resolve. “The crown does not destroy—it chooses. And it has chosen me. Your justifications will not absolve you of your actions.” Corvin made a desperate move, lunging for a concealed dagger. Kael intercepted him, steel clashing with steel. Liora raised a barrier that flared around the room, forcing Corvin back. Aera extended her hand, the crown pulsing outward. Corvin was lifted, suspended by invisible energy, unable to resist.

“Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?” I darted my tongue to lick my dry lips as I nodded my head as the man muttered. “I do,” “With the power of god, I may pronounce you as the Queen of Nitholirc, wife of Lords of Nitholirc and hope of people,” My heart fluttered as he gently picked the crown with his both hands and Claus bowed slightly as he placed it on his head as people cheered and clapped. My chest tightened with uneasiness, and I swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat.

Even now, Alexander still thought that was what I wanted. I said, "You're wrong. I never wanted a house or the position of the Luna of the Graystone pack." I stared down at him. "What I want is for you to lose the things you can't bear to lose. Your power, reputation, and the Alpha position you value over everything. The Luna position Sophia had always coveted. And Lucas—he'll never come anywhere near the successor's position again." Alexander's breath hitched as he jerked his head up. Just then, a Council of Elders guard rushed into the rain. "Your Majesty! Princess! Something happened! Sophia tried to bribe the guards in the tower. She was planning to escape the Graystone pack with Lucas o

she would regret the day she ever crossed him. And Lila watched with cold satisfaction, her fingers brushing the delicate crown on her head, her body trembling with power, with victory, with anticipation. She was Luna. And no one would take that away from her. ----- The Hollow Crown Lila stood before the mirror, her fingers brushing over the delicate silver crown resting on her head, her reflection glowing with power, with beauty, with victory. She was Luna. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile, her heart pounding with triumph as she traced the intricate designs on the crown, the sacred symbol of power, of authority, of loyalty.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”

She looked toward Nova, Kieran, and Lysandra. "...redemption begins when the lies end." Cassian lowered his head. "Then I will spend the rest of my life telling the truth." Nova walked to the center of the chamber. The moonlight crown rested in her hands. She turned toward Kieran. "I think this belongs to your family." Kieran looked at the crown before gently shaking his head. "No." "It's yours." She frowned. "I never wanted to rule." "And that's exactly why you should safeguard it." Lysandra smiled in agreement.

“You were banished. The mountain sealed you away with the worst of the old betrayals.” Veylan shrugged, the motion too fluid, like his joints weren’t quite where they should be. “Seals crack when the blood of the true line spills enough. And it has spilled plenty tonight, hasn’t it?” His gaze returned to Liora. “You hold the crown, girl. But you haven’t claimed it. Wise. Or cowardly. The mountain doesn’t like half-measures.” Liora lifted her chin, that stubborn fire I loved so much flashing in her eyes. “The mountain isn’t the one I answer to.”

Bart leaped into the sand arena and strode toward me with his large, clawed hands raised. "Mindy, just cutting your hair wasn't satisfying enough. Now, let's see what kind of filthy body is hiding under that school uniform." I clutched the collar of my uniform with an iron grip, my icy gaze piercing through Bart and straight toward Mr. Rocha on the high platform. "Are you sure you want to do this? If you lay a hand on me today, the consequences will be more than your entire academy can bear." Mr. Rocha scoffed. "More than we can bear? And just who do you think you are? Princess of the Lumin werewolf kingdom?"

Liam's Pov London had hardened me. The late nights buried in economics, the endless lectures about mergers and acquisitions, the luxury parties where men twice my age shook my hand with fake smiles—it had all left a mark. But when I had finally returned, the city no longer felt the same. I wasn’t just Liam Brooks anymore. I'm now the heir to my father’s empire, the man who would carry the Crownwell & Brooks name into a new dynasty. But of course, Father wouldn’t hand me the crown so easily.