Txt Crown Novels & Stories

Daemon was waiting in the upper room. He was wearing what he’d worn the day of his coronation formal clothes, red and black, the Ashford colors that marked him as belonging to a specific bloodline, a specific history, a specific destiny. But he’d removed the crown. There was nothing on his head except hair and the specific clarity of a man who’d made peace with ending. He looked up when Cassian entered, and something in his expression softened. “I was wondering when you’d come,” Daemon said. “Elara sent me.” Cassian moved to him carefully, the way a man approaches something that might shatter if touched too hard. “She said I should watch tomorrow.”

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

“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

“Do you accept I, King Marcus Alexander Fredrick Hunterson as your one and only King, and your pups accept my offspring as their Royals?” “I accept.” “Do you accept your life is to, from this moment on, serve and protect the crown?” “I accept.” “Do accept your King as your mate?” Marc grinned. “I acc- Marc!” she exclaimed in a small whine tapping his knee. “That wasn’t part of it was it?”

Ciel continued. “If they stand behind you, protect them. If they stand beside you, respect them, and if they stand against you, defeat them." Jarvis proceeded. Kaizen slowly approached her; he hooked a hand under her chin and lifted her face to look him in the eyes. Brown met Crimson. “Always remember this, Roxanne.” “What?” She whispered. “A queen will always turn pain into power.”

Although Elinor wants to refuse, she looks at his expression and decides to suppress the thought for now, nodding obediently. Arthur tilts his head, observing the two, rubbing his chin between his thumb and forefinger, but the more he looks, the more something seems off. Noticing Arthur's actions, Elinor curves her lips slightly. Arthur's appearance is quite handsome, embodying classic royal charisma. His face is handsome with distinct features. He has deep blue eyes that appear both wise and profound. His eyebrows are thick, naturally arched.

I looked closer, and my breath hitched. It was a symbol. A crown entwined in thorns, etched with dark precision. It looked like a family crest. “Maximilian,” I said cautiously, “what is that?” His jaw set tight, his eyes burning with a volatile mix of anger and hidden fear. “Crimson,” he said, his voice dropping low and dangerous. “It's Crimson's mark.”

Tyler replied and continue walking. Crimson climbed her horse and rode faster to the main market. She can see everyone getting scared. Seeing her gave them an atom of strength. When they arrived at the main market, Crimson saw thousands of protesters holding a placards exclaiming Crimson's injustice to Alexis. When Crimson arrived, she begin to read them. She looked so angry. "She doesn't deserve to be the Luna." "She is a selfish and greedy Luna." "She is a snake." "Let go of Alexis." And other mean comments.

And the first thing Connor would have done to force her to marry him, which she did not want. "Maybe, it's for my good that he left without causing any scene." She mumbled under her breath, feeling a bit glad in her mind. Her eyes once again stopped on the note as for the first time she discovered the special logo printed on the right corner of the top. It's a capital 'W' written in a special symbolic font with a little crown carved on top of it. The design was very simple but has elegance in it, which caught attention at the first glance. A glimpse of royalty.

he called out lovingly sending the stadium into chaos as the little version of their favourite artist ran in. “What’s up my people?” Trent shouted, imitating the many videos of his father he watched. “I’m Trent, like gushing waters and yeh, I am my dad’s split image,” he added proudly, enjoying the spotlight and the microphone tailor made for him. Tresh and Amaya laughed at their very bold son. The screams in the stadium went louder. Not only did the little boy look like Tresh, he sounded like him too.