The Stolen Crown Novels & Stories

Rhett began giving me details standing at the entrance of the door behind me. My eyes landed on the empty pedestal, the one that should have held Tala’s crown. Something Kellen had commissioned especially for her for tonight’s ceremony. “Fuck,” I sighed, catching Rhett and Dana’s attention “They stole the queen’s crown. How the fuck did they get in here?” I groaned, annoyed. Tonight was definitely turning into more of a shit show than it already was.

“I’ve been doting on her for years, so she won’t be able to leave my side. We’ve never been separated for so long, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. It’ll be easy for me to make her happy again when I see her next time. I’ve already bought an island for her. She loves scuba diving.” Then, his voice turned serious. “Don’t be jealous. I’ll prepare even more gifts for you and our pup. What belongs to me belongs to you.” The call ended, and the crowd burst into an uproar. Someone grabbed a chair to hit me! “You really are a shameless mistress! I’m going to kill that illegitimate child of yours!” Despair filled my entire being… Bam! Someone blocked the chair with their arm, and it shattere

He looked between them, hesitation flickering in his eyes before he finally spoke. “There’s been another attack,” Mateo said. “This time… on one of our own. Stefano. He was ambushed at his estate. His wife, his children—gone. The attackers left a mark.” Dante’s jaw clenched. “What mark?” Mateo swallowed. “The crown. Split in half. Painted in blood.” The room went cold. Amara felt the chill in her veins, not from fear but from the weight of realization. The fractured crown.

I reached out— Just as the Eagle did. We moved in unison, shadows colliding. Both of our hands shot out but Phina’s roar ripped out of my chest, not ready to lose and then my fingers touched the crown. My heart skipped as my fingers curled around it first I got it…I got the crown!! Happiness filled my heart but suddenly the crown started melting in my hand. My smile disappeared. Why…why was it melting?

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?

"Alexander... come in... the line has been breached from the outside... it’s not Arthur... the European maritime banks just executed an immediate, hostile margins call on the Linwood debt shield... they aren't shorting the stock, sir... someone just leaked the real birth certificates to a private asset liquidation firm in London... and they’re currently buying the Vance voting shares using Vivian's name from a dummy account in Zurich..." The ghost in Zurich has just stolen the crown. Who is buying the empire using Vivian's stolen identity while she is trapped in the sewers with the Ice King, and what will Alexander do when he realizes that the woman in his arms might be the one holding the r

She would do whatever it takes to win her freedom and shape her destiny. She would prove herself to the rebels and take down the corrupt monarchy. "Alright," Karen said, her voice firm. "What do I need to do?" The rebel leader's smile widened. "We need you to help us steal something very important from the palace. The werewolf king's crown." Karen's eyes widened. The werewolf king's crown was said to be enchanted with powerful magic, making it an extremely valuable and dangerous artifact. But Karen knew that she had no choice. If she wanted to earn the rebels' trust and earn her freedom, she had to help them.

My heart raced at a dangerous, traitorous speed. I stared at his retreating back the clumsy, exaggerated steps, the way he swung his arms like a little boy. It was too perfect. Too deliberate. A masterpiece of deception. Father thought he had sold me to a fool. Clara believed she had mocked a tragedy. The entire elite world whispered about the broken Thornhart heir who needed a nanny instead of a wife. But as I pressed trembling fingers to the place his hand had seared, I knew the truth with chilling clarity. I hadn’t been sold to a boy.

The letters were uneven, rushed, and old, but they struck me with the force of my mother’s voice. My little wolf, if you find this crown, then every lie has failed to keep you small. My vision blurred. Conri stepped closer but said nothing. Bardolph’s pain flickered through the bond, but he held himself silent. I kept reading. This crown is not proof that you must rule. It is proof that you were born free before men wrote contracts over your name. My breath shook. The crown warmed in my hands, and the hidden power beneath the red stones seemed to listen.

At the same time, some crowns that gathered around the big crown became dark, and dark smoke exited out of them. As they surrounded the big crown, the big crown resisted them, but it could not win against all of them; all the crowns had a very certain amount of power in them, and they all came against the big crown. The big crown fought on all sides, but it could not win. It suddenly gave up, and all the other dark crowns covered it up and piled it up. They buried the big crown by pressing it against the earth, and not long after that The other crowns disappeared at the same time.