The Stolen Crown Novels & Stories

The two left together from the stairs and looked left and right. “The golden crown. They said it was a cursed crown, so no one dared to steal it,” Vivian answered him. She turned to the right while pointing a finger. “Here. No one approaches the crown because of fear. It is said that if you stare at the crown, you will lose your mind. That happened once to a student.”

There are no such news of a divine fruit appearing in Rebelliad for the past ten years, but treasures with the blood-red color are plentiful, and Crow felt that there might be something wrong with the crown prince’s information. Troubled by the task given by the crown prince, Crow grumbled on the couch while the two personal guards disdained to look at the other party’s antics. The two personal guards also guessed that they will be staying in the city of rogues for an extended amount of time judging by the forlorn look on Crow’s face. As the loyal guards of the crown prince, they know some bits and pieces of Rogeus’ missions, and they are also aware that those missions are directly connected

*"The Weavers lied. The Crown was never yours. It was *hers*." The truth detonated. The Crown wasn't a relic of the First Wolves. It was a fragment of the Rootmother herself, a seed planted to fester. And I'd let it take root. Jason's choking gasp snapped the thread. There was no choice, no victory-only sacrifice. I plunged my scarred hand into the nest of roots at my feet and unleashed the storm. --- The Crown screamed.

“They’re cast by something brighter.” The Shadow Beneath the Stone A knock echoed at the chamber door—urgent, rapid. Xavier tensed, immediately alert. Ceres stepped back just as the door opened, and a bloodied guard stumbled in. “Sire—there’s been an incident. The royal tomb beneath the northern wall has been broken into.” Xavier’s heart dropped. “The tombs?” “Yes. And... the Wolf Crown is gone.” Ceres felt ice stab her lungs. “What?” she whispered. “Who would dare—”

Master Leonardo questioned as that was when, the lawyer brother seriously looked over to his right, matching his elder brother's eyes he soon decided to open his thoughts up. "About the missing crown..." A short pause after those words solved a lot mysteries between the brothers. No wonder, the royal treasure being lost was one very huge mess. Alejandro's crown was not just any jewel passed by ancestors, the crown owned it's prestige for generations and was the royal treasure of the mafia... which only the throne holders possessed in history. It being stolen away was one big matter of course. It was Mafia's headache for sure, they cannot afford such a huge loss. Which was why the royal dinne

Still, he takes a breath and, much to my surprise, begins to tell me what he is doing. "Somebody stole my crown. The day before I was supposed to have my Coronation the Crown was stolen. I cannot become King without it. That is not all, we found out that somebody was contracted to steal it and I think the person that made the contract was somebody close to me. Once I find the person that stole it then I will be able to link it back to the person that made the contract and then I can finally take my rightful place." He tells me.

Everything vanished. Then Thomas found himself somewhere else. A memory. Ancient. Older than history. Then he saw them. The First King. Young. Alive. Standing beside twelve other rulers. The original Crown Holders. The First Heirs. Then Thomas watched. And finally understood. The Crowns had not been created. They had been stolen. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the vision continued. A war. A terrible war. Against something beyond reality. Against the eye.

Skimming money from team events and dipping into company funds were practically standard practice. She thought hiding behind the title of Neel Corporation heiress made her untouchable. She never imagined the person she trusted most would be the one to expose her. The employees Violet had pushed around for years finally snapped. They surrounded her, anger boiling over. They grabbed her necklace, her rings, anything they could take as compensation. Violet begged them to stop, her face bruised and swollen, but all she got in return were more blows.

A prince from Aether is getting caught off guard by a princess who just turned queen from a lower kingdom than he is. I do not reply. I find my way back to my room without even telling father or Kael. I summon Anna to help me for bedtime. She shows up and smiles, "Your Highness, you were so marvelous during the entire ceremony." "Thank you, Anna." She starts removing my dress and has my nightgown hugging me in no time. Her actions were swift but gentle. She arranges my jewelry back to its designated cases. She carefully removes my crown and places it on its cushion case. I stare at the intricate gold carving adorned with the best diamonds.

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.