The Stolen Crown Novels & Stories

The smile on my face grew colder. Three days after the stream ended, things began to shift. Quietly. Then, all at once. The first to fall was Tyson. Early Monday morning, a piece of news spread through every class group chat like a virus. Tyson had both his legs broken. He was in the hospital. Rumor had it that the bag of 30,000 dollars he found was not lost property at all. It belonged to a local underground banker, someone known for being ruthless. He had dropped it during a rushed deal.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

Mountains split. The three thrones began glowing. Amara’s Blood Crown lifted from her head. Lucian’s golden crown appeared. And between them— A third crown emerged. Silver. The child’s crown. The stranger stared at it. “No…” Lucian looked at him. “What?” The stranger took a step backward. “That crown wasn’t supposed to exist.” The little girl smiled. “That’s because nobody owns me.” The stranger’s eyes widened. The child raised her hand. The entire kingdom responded.

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

Yolanda cried and replied, "This ungrateful brat came by the house a few days ago, and the Golden Crown went missing. That's a priceless heirloom from your grandfather!" "Jean, how dare you steal our family heirloom!" yelled Jameson as he stood abruptly and glared at Jean.

Rhett began giving me details as he stood 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 tomorrow'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, more than a little annoyed. Tonight was definitely turning into more of a shit show than it already was.

The Broken Crown That night, Ava walked the halls of the Spire alone. She stopped before the crown chamber—the room where the memory-forged crown was kept. But when she opened the door, the pedestal was empty. And carved into the stone floor was a symbol: A mirror, cracked down the center. Kael appeared behind her. “Someone stole it.” “No,” Ava whispered. “They freed it.” 5. A Message in Fire Rowan lit the war beacon at dawn. A single plume of flame streaked across the sky—coded to a specific call: Immediate summit. Imminent threat.

There were reporters, news telecasters, waiting with their video cameras to broadcast this moment to those who couldn't or didn't come. This day was going to be momentous, or blah for them, depending on how they took the news that the prince they had adored all their lives were not going to be the one wearing the crown. I was a thief, this time, too. I had stolen the crown from the prince. It wasn't the way I wanted to steal it when I first walked into the castle, but still...

Three days later, the Winston family's empire in Italvia had been dismantled. Casinos, docks, hotels, and clubs all changed hands overnight. Nolan's once-trusted circle was gone. Some were dead, while others had turned traitor. The mighty crime dynasty had been reduced to nothing more than an empty mansion. Back in Northland, with William leading the way, I found myself in his cozy study. He handed me a steaming cup of cocoa, his eyes searching mine. "So, what's the game plan, Sophia?"

"We will not falter, Father. Today, we send a clear message that the throne will remain unyielding against any who dare challenge it." With a knowing look, the king placed a hand on his son's shoulder, conveying a silent understanding and unspoken bond between them. "Our ancestors built this kingdom with unwavering resolve, and it is our duty to protect it at any cost," he stated, his tone emphasizing the weight of their greediness for the throne. Both father and son knew that the Adelstein had been plotting a rebellion under the guise of the coronation festivities. Determined to thwart their plans, the king and Addison had devised a strategy to catch them off guard