The Stolen Crown Novels & Stories

It was a shadow of this true thing, a broken echo, the pain-carrying kept and the freedom stripped out, a crown that fed on its wearer because someone had built it to take the cost and skip the choosing. And I understood something that went cold and certain in me even as I knelt there bleeding. Ursula could not win. She did not know it yet, but she could not. She had marched an army into the bones of the world to seize the true crown as a prize, to take its power and pour its cost into a child so she could rule without paying. But there was nothing here to seize. The true crown was not an object waiting in a vault at the bottom of the city. It was a bond, and a duty, and a carrying, and you

"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."

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

He said that if humans ever found out about the kind of things we had, they would probably burn down the kingdom to get to it. It was yet another thing about humans that I couldn’t understand, but I also didn’t want to. I watched as Melissa tried on some of the smaller tiaras and then picked the crown I thought would suit her. She gaped at her image in the mirror. Her eyes darted from the mirror to me and back as she opened her mouth to tell me that she couldn’t. I held up my hand, silencing her, and told her it was hers if she wanted it.

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

‘The guards stationed here also saw nothing and no one passing by. ‘That is a mystery, indeed.’ Albert said, interested at what is happening. ‘Could a thief be among us?’ ‘No one would dare!’ the maid gasped. ‘They must know better than to rob a place belonging to the emperor.’ ‘Really?’ a young voice called out. The crowd cleared the path to reveal the young Crown Prince standing at the back and had been listening to them. ‘What if the thief did not know who those belong to?’ ‘What do you mean?’ Albert inquired, flatly, his interest disappearing with each second past. ‘You do not mean to say that the one who stole the silverware is not aware who owns this piece of land? Let alone this Palac

Zayn hit the speaker. Myra’s voice came through — tight, controlled, but edged with raw pain. “Zayn. I need you to listen and not hang up. The crown was stolen two nights ago. The real Yadav ancestral crown — the one my family swore to protect. The one that’s been in every vision Isha keeps having.” Zayn’s hand froze on Isha’s hip. “Myra… how do you know about the visions?” “Because someone called me last night. They told me the creature in the lake only rises when the crown moves through water. They told me it hunts the men who love the women who do. And right now, Zayn, that’s you.”

Luciano swam towards an area where the dragon was supposed to be. For some weird reasons, the dragon was not there but his treasures were laid down on a stone. Luciano tried his best not to breath inside the water and quickly open the chest of treasures. On top of the treasures, the golden, ancient crownwas set on top. Like the dragon treasured it very much. He quickly took it and wanted to swim out, but he heard a growl from behind him. He turned, before he could make a move, water was sent towards him with force he lost balance and then the crown fell off his hands.

He turned to me, his silver eyes burning with a fierce, ancient intensity. “The King gave me a message for you, Mira. He said: ‘The crown was never taken from your mother. It was stolen. And it sits in a vault beneath the Ashford Estate, guarded by iron and bone. Break the vault, take the crown, and Elena Ashford’s reign will end the moment the silver touches your brow.’ ” My breath caught. “My mother’s crown? The real Primordial crown?” “Yes.” Zephyr stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “The Council claims they destroyed it when they executed your mother. But they lied. They kept it as a trophy, hidden away, waiting for the day they could crown a puppet monarch.”

The Crown floated above the throne. Silver light poured from it endlessly. The ancient voice thundered through the chamber. "The unworthy shall never rule." The words echoed everywhere. Malrik stared at the Crown. Hatred twisted his face. Years...he had spent years chasing power. Years hunting Ariana, years searching for the kingdom. And the Crown had rejected him with a single touch. --- Then something unexpected happened. The Crown turned toward Ariana and Orion. The silver glow intensified. The guardians immediately knelt once more.