The Liar's Crown Novels & Stories

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.”

I turned my head and gave him all my undivided attention. “Where is the crown, Nikolas?” Liam asked. I frowned at his question. “In the bedroom, why?” I asked, confused by his inquiry. “Have you checked that crown?” Liam asked. I saw Jordan turn his head and stare at Liam. Alpha Maximus as well. What was Liam trying to say? “May I know where all this interrogation is coming from?” I asked with annoyance. “Because it would be best if you check on it. I’ve been having this feeling that the crown is a clue,” Liam explained as he took a sip of his tea. “Also, I bet you haven’t seen it, right? Especially after the amulet broke.”

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

said mr Ranch . When he heard his grandfather , he remained speechless . The royal family of England was the family of the crown prince who claimed that Kiara was his bride . Liam started to link things together because he always wondered how can a prince so easily say that he will kill someone and even try to kill him without beating an eyelash . ' The look on his face that day........the murderous red eyes..........He.......he is....not a human.......furthermore , he is the crown prince of the dark world , of some creatures..... ' thought Liam then looked at mr Ranch .

There had to have been hundreds that had been hiding all these years, breeding and turning more into their kind until they had created the thousands that now stood before us. "Talia!" Killian roared, but I felt the slightest falter in his voice when not one but two women stepped forward and into the clearing. I would have recognized her anywhere, but the crown decorated with blood-red rubies took my breath away. They had to have dug up Killian's father to get the crown, and seeing it sitting on Lillian's head made me nauseous. The woman next to her was a tall yet paunchy woman with pin-straight blonde hair and a glare that could kill on its own. She had to be Talia.

she added. “What are you talking about? If this is meant to be a joke, then it is not funny–” “He did not tell you this, but King Lawson wagered his crown and life in exchange for your freedom!” This time, Lady Emily stood from her seat and glared down at the lady in front of her. “He badly wanted you back to Silex Kingdom that he did not hesitate to put his life–”

"Release him." Her laugh shook the earth. *"Or what? You'll bleed me? *Burn* me?"* The roots tightened. Jason gasped, his eyes meeting mine-furious, terrified, *alive*. The Crown's voice slithered through me. *"Give in. Let me devour her. Let me be *whole*."* The mask fragments hummed, their whispers merging with the static. *"The Weavers lied. The Crown was never yours. It was *hers*."*

The Hollow Crowned The cavern groaned around them as the figure stepped forward from the smoke. John’s pulse pounded in his ears, and Sarah instinctively drew her blade, stepping in front of him. The crown, his crown floated above the newcomer’s head, crackling with a strange crimson light, warped and pulsing like it had fused with the Hollow itself. “I claimed it,” the voice said. “Because you hesitated.” The smoke cleared enough for them to see him fully. It was Lorian.

Moonstone and silver, its surface smooth and unbroken. Lillian’s heart stuttered. She had seen this crown before. Not in books. Not in stories. But in the vision. It belonged to the woman she had been. A name, half-remembered, stirred in her mind. Not just any queen. The last queen. The one who had tried to stop the fall. Lillian’s fingers curled into a fist. If this crown had survived… what else had? And was the true traitor still waiting for their moment to return?

Mira looked at me. Really looked. For the first time. Her hatred wavered. Then Damien moved. Not toward her. Toward the white gown. He picked up the silver crown from its folded bodice. The hall went silent. I went cold. The bond inside me flared with Cassian’s alarm. Damien held the crown delicately. “You speak beautifully, Lena. Truly. But all of this hinges on one impossible claim. That I killed you in this hall.” The wolves watched. He descended from the dais with the crown in hand.