The Viridescent Crown Novels & Stories

However, Sebastian stayed put, his head bowed even lower in a gesture of deep respect, yet there was a determined edge to it: "It's because I value your generosity so much that I've got the guts to ask for an even greater honor here today." He paused, inhaled deeply, and pulled out a small parchment scroll from his jacket, lifting it high above his head. "I, Sebastian Vitale, in the name of my mother's bloodline and the rest of my days, humbly ask you to grant me the privilege of marrying the Caruso family's... "Miss Anna." That was the moment everything clicked for me. Sebastian was from the future, just like me.

I took his first, a crown made of silver metal, the whole base of which is silver with various triangular details five smaller red jewels, and a slightly larger central one, above this circle, there is another smaller one in black, with gold details, going up is the metallic part in silver, The red jewels are surrounded by a circular silver part, while between these details and the black part, there are small details in gold, vintage style, coming out of each red stone a black tip that splits into three at the end, almost like a cardinal's hat. I had this crown made with Victor in mind, with his power to create weapons, so many parts resemble the shine of a blade, but with small floral detai

Drezic came around behind him and gently lifted him so he was above his aunt and had easier access to put it on. “Thanks Dad.” Tasrin spoke as he ran around to the side. The beautiful green stems of the flowers made the base of the crown and connecting pieces as the purple and yellow flowers gave it color. “Well how does it look?” Rosalie asked with a smile. “You are way to pretty to adorn something I have made.” Tasrin spoke as his jaw dropped. Rosalie giggled happily as she gently touched it with her finger. With magic she set it in almost like glass as it did nothing but sturdy the crown.

At the center, resting atop a stone pedestal, is a jagged crown—half bone, half scorched gold, smoldering with silent flame. Ceres (awestruck): "That's it…" Lady Ilven (reverently): "The Crown of Flame and Bone. Forged in dragonfire. Tempered with the blood of the first Umbra king. It can only be worn by a rightful heir." Guard (low voice): "It looks like it's… alive." Indeed, the crown pulses faintly as if breathing. Ceres: "Why bring me here?" I'm not here to rule. I want answers." Lady Ilven (approaching the pedestal):

Zhatierians never like materialistic items unless it’s the King’s and Queen’s crown and both of them find it a pain on their head but being King and Queen, they had no choice. Eve had a crown for herself too. It was red just like Adam’s crown and a golden jewels decorate the middles of the crown with small stones scattered through what look like plant veins and small red rose giving it a bright red colour on the crown. It was beautiful but Eve never liked it. It was too much but she didn’t know how to tell Adam that.

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

Plus, I'd already sensed the connection I had with the twilight animals the evening they crowned me. Keir explained the "crowning" as well. It was the process of opening the mental paths between me and the animals. Once opened, the animals collectively placed a link in my mind so powerful that it could be seen in my aura. If they looked for it, fairies or clairvoyant humans could actually see a circular glow around my temples like a crown on my head. It was one of the highest honors Fairy could give a monarch and was what Keir had been referring to when he'd told Uisdean that I wore the crown. Once he looked past his prejudice, Uisdean had been able to see my crown-like aura. An aura that Ui

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

Us girls were introduced one by one as we entered the hall. This was the first time that the princess was present during an event. She had dark brown hair that flowed over her shoulders to her lower back and wore a gold and diamond dress. The most peculiar thing about her though was that her eyes were two different colours. Her left eye was a vivid shade of blue, while her left was dark brown. She did not look as outgoing as her brothers, but rather more reserved and shy.

The pack roars with laughter and many of the members begin to chant, "Let her sit, let her sit." Victor stands beside my throne and the head elder walks towards him holding my crown on a golden pillow. I gasp when he hands the crown to Victor. The crown is gold filigree with diamonds and emeralds on the tops of each point. Just over Victor's shoulder I can see the Blood Moon shining brightly in the sky. It is almost at its highest point in the night sky. Looking back at Victor I notice that he has already begun his speech. I cringe inwardly hoping that I have not missed anything important.