The Viridescent Crown Novels & Stories

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

The guard bowed their heads in his direction. “Welcome to the Varmore Empire, Prince Helios!” He simply acknowledged them with a simple nod before hitting his horse to enter the palace gates. Lila, who had been taking care of him, followed him from behind alongside the assassins assigned to assure the safety and security of their prince. As they made their way to the Euthoria Mansion, the first thing that Helios noticed were the blooming blue gentians littering the sides of the pavement. As far as he remembered, these were the flowers that used to trigger the emperor’s so-called dark side, but seeing that the flowers were not being taken out meant that it no longer had that kind of effect.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

“Downstairs—go!” Before Sienna could move, a shape burst through the archway—tall, hooded, ski mask swallowing everything but a flash of eyes. He swung a crowbar, smashing a vase into a spray of white shards. Sienna’s heart skipped, then she bolted for the stairs, Roman on her heels. Another figure loomed, blocking Vivienne—she let out a scream, raw and wrong, nothing like her usual ice. “Vivienne!” Sienna yelled, twisting back, but Roman’s hand clamped her wrist, dragging her up the steps.

I replied, bowing slightly. "Which is?" Brandon, the minister in charge of food, asked. "King Cedric wants weapons in exchange for a rice supply," I replied. "Why would King Cedric want weapons when there's gold and other things he could ask for?" Minister Cidarius objected — the minister in charge of weapon supplies, and Pavan's grandfather. "We have plenty of weapons, and merchants supply us more besides. I think it's worth agreeing to. King Cedric is only asking for what his kingdom lacks," Minister Iris, the Minister of Health, offered.

Chapter 17: The Curse of the Crimson Hunt “A crown is not a shield, Mira. It is a beacon. And now, every monster in the dark knows exactly where you are.” The silver light of the crown faded, settling into a steady, pulsing hum against my brow. I stood in the center of the vault, my chest heaving, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird trying to claw its way out. The crown felt heavy—not physically, but spiritually. It pressed against my skull, a constant, humming weight that vibrated in time with my heartbeat. The power was intoxicating, but it was also terrifying. I could feel the blood of a hundred generations whispering in my ears.

His smile made her forget, for a moment, that this marriage was not real in the emotional sense. The drive to the Cross estate took them out of the city until the houses grew farther apart and the land around them stretched wide. When the gates opened to reveal the property, Elena understood what kind of world Damien had been raised in. The estate looked like a fortress. The stone walls, the long drive, the guards everywhere, everything was designed to send a message: power lived here.

I echoed. He gestured toward the horizon. And there it was — the throne I’d glimpsed before. It floated at the center of the Gate’s light, carved from living flame, runes spiraling up its arms. Above it hovered the crown — a perfect ring of white fire spinning slowly, whispering with the voices of every soul that had worn it before. “The Crown of Light,” Auren murmured. “It chooses the vessel for the First Blood. It makes them eternal.” My pulse quickened. “You said if it takes you, you’ll destroy everything.”

Taking a breath, Brawen seemed to find it difficult to calm down. If God's Crown naturally disappears, there's nothing to worry about, but if it's stolen, I'm pretty sure, because how much god must that person be to be able to get the Divine Crown that is behind. Brawen that she did not know. Brawen glanced around. The Crown of God is created by Titania from eternal light, but around the royal palace is still bright as day and the flowers are still blooming and blooming, proving that the Crown God is still here, very Very close.

Resting upon a cushion of dark velvet in the center of the anvil was the Crown of the Sovereign Heir. Forged over three weeks by the combined efforts of northern meteor-smiths, Eastern dragon-craftsmen, and trench metal-singers, the crown was a breathtaking, delicate masterpiece. It was a open circlet of woven dark star-iron, inlaid with four shimmering gems: a fiery red dragon-ruby, a deep blue ocean pearl, a white frost-crystal, and a dark void-diamond at the center. Dominic and Clara stopped before the Coronation Anvil. Dominic turned Clara toward him, his hand remaining anchored on her waist as he looked into her eyes with unspoken, fierce love.