The Viridescent Crown Novels & Stories

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

Even the vampires, who bowed to no living thing, dipped their heads in acknowledgment. A crown was brought forth not the heavy gold circlet I had worn, not a symbol of dominion and divine right, but something entirely different. It was woven from moon-silver that seemed to glow with its own light and phoenix feathers that burned without consuming, a crown that represented unity rather than supremacy, service rather than rule, balance rather than power.

She didn't expect that the crown prince would be like a cute puppy, his eyes sparkling. "It's up to you if you trust me your highness, but friends should trust each other because that's what friendship is." The crown prince was really surprised when he saw her inside this greenhouse, he didn't expect that someone would discover and get interested in this room. This is his first time meeting someone that treats him equally as her, if someone will treat him like this he would probably head that person but the woman besides him? He thinks he can't do that, the way she treated him is like she knows that he's also a human that bears pains and should be treated right. He can't feel being disrespec

Beside her, Crown Prince Adrian looked the part of mercy and majesty, his hand resting lightly on Elysia’s arm. Lucien was there too, standing near the dais. He wore the Church’s black robes trimmed with pale silver, his expression unreadable. Seraphina walked slowly through the room, her pale blue gown whispering across the marble. She kept her head high, every movement measured. If she trembled, no one would see it. “Lady Seraphina,” Adrian said when she reached the dais. His tone was polite, distant. “It pleases me that you could join us.”

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

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

“And if I say yes?” “Then I let you try,” Vira said, almost gently. “You’ll fail. But I’ll honor the game.” “And if she says no?” I asked. “Then she stays,” Vira said. “With them. With me. And she also helps build a new world.” Damien laughed once, bitterly. “You are asking us to believe that you will let us leave with that key?” Vira’s smile was steady. “One of you, yes.” She held up a second object this time. A coin. Two sides. One with the Crown’s sigil. The other with the forgotten brand.

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.

The other half was made of silver, with delicate filigree patterns and blood stones gleamed from the centre of it. "Fuck me to hell." Shade whispered, just as stunned as me. "What is happening?" Vera chuckled as if she understood what was happening. Izza's eyes were confused, though. Blaine and I shared a look, still far away, still so tired to move.v The second one, the silver crown, floated towards Izza. She touched the crown with wonder in her eyes and took her fingers back as soon as she touched it, and Vera laughed. "Take it. It is yours." ----

The words landed heavily. Then the Third Crown pulsed. Truth. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava immediately pointed. Then: "I hate him already." Then Henry adjusted his glasses. Then: "What's his Crown?" Valen's expression darkened. Then: "The Crown of Dominion." Silence. Then Thomas felt something. The First Crown reacted. Authority. The Fourth Crown reacted. Resolve. Then Valen nodded. Then: "The Crown of Dominion is a corrupted twin of your Crown of Authority."