The Stolen Crown Novels & Stories

Carmen played with her hair as she circled around him. “She is mine,” he hissed. “Cronous stole her.” “And he’ll keep her forever unless you change your strategy, Clyde. Brute force clearly isn't working for you,” Carmen said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with malice.

Kael crushed the final shadow construct, chest heaving. “She better still be breathing,” he growled. “Or I burn this entire network down.” ⸻ The Crown Awakens Back in the chamber, the sigil on Aera’s palm shifted. Not brighter. Clearer. The stranger watched it with something close to reverence. “They didn’t just hide the crown from you,” he said softly. “They hid you from it.” Aera straightened. “Then they failed.” For the first time since the trial began, the stranger laughed.

"Nope." I clasped my hands behind my back, digging my nails into my skin until I bled. Jeffrey looked at me and continued, "Stop playing these childish games, Eleanor. Ives and I were the ones who funded the construction of these villas. We can give it to whoever we want. You've already taken more than enough. Remember, Rhianne is my real sister. She is the rightful Ms. Shaw and deserves to live a life our family can provide. Do you hear me?" "Crystal clear." I nodded meekly.

Strings to pull, pieces to move, pawns to sacrifice. And dear beautiful, easily manipulated Miles. The prize at the center of this maze. The crown I have coveted since childhood. He was always meant to be mine, would have been, if not for Rhea and her innocent eyes, her earnest heart, and her maddening ability to draw people to her without even trying. My eyes catch his finger twitch. Just once, so faintly I almost miss it. My mouth goes dry, and I sit up straighter.

During my late pregnancy, Theron waited on me hand and foot. He even went down to the deep-sea ruins and fought the deadliest Siren King just to get me the legendary Mermaid's Tear pearl necklace. "A gift to welcome our children." He gently put it on me. The pearls glowed with an ocean-blue light, reflecting the bottomless love in his eyes. Back in the Northern Wasteland, Cassius still wouldn't give up. He kept sending magic spirit-birds with voice messages, full of pathetic regret and begging.

We both moved out of car and with our back against each other we were surrounded by ten rogues and a man who rested on a tree like there leader of sort “What do you want?” I hissed while looking at him, knowing that the surrounding rogues moved like they were waiting for some kind of order from him. “Your crown” “What?!” He barked off the tree and walked towards me. “You heard me right, Queen. We want the crown, or you die trying to protect it” The crown belonged to Queen Iris, Dante's mother. It was worth more than anyone could think of and the crown in the wrong hands was trouble and there was no way I was giving them, especially not knowing whether they were working with Victor or not

Anna lunged forward immediately and flipped it open. Inside was a magnificent crown, set with massive diamonds that shimmered brilliantly under the lights. "That's it!" Sofia pointed at it, her voice sharp with triumph. "Caught red-handed. She's the one who stole it!" Vincent looked at me as if I were nothing but trash. "Isabella, you've disappointed me." He grabbed my arm and started dragging me toward the exit. Amid the chaos, a commanding voice rang out. "Let go." The room fell silent at once, the crowd parted instinctively.

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

“And we will. But we need to think. Melanie has already taken so much from this family. She won’t give Lilly up without a fight.” I leaned forward, my claws scraping into the polished wood of Chad’s desk. “Then let her fight me. I’ll rip through anyone who stands between me and my mate.” We were still arguing over strategy—my wolf restless, Bella’s tears staining her cheeks, Chad speaking of alliances and careful measures—when the door slammed open. Dane stormed in, his face flushed, his eyes blazing. “The Keladia’s crown jewels have been stolen!” The room erupted. Chad lurched to his feet, his eyes flashing dangerously. “What? Who?”

Rai (Cinderella) answered. “Well, of course, since we stole it from the royal treasury.” Shane (Snow White) said. Rai (Cinderella) frowned since they didn’t get his point. “What I want to say, that I am worried about is that since this is from the royal treasury…” he spoke. “Will other people recognize this treasure that we stole?” he asked them as he showed them the treasure that he stole. It was a crown. The gems inlaid all glittered when the sun’s ray hit them, looking as if it wanted to bewitch them.