Uncrowned Kings Novels & Stories

It was a brutal force that made lucas moved back little and recover from the force . Looking in the inside Cara was on the ground , injured her clothes ripped, she was half naked . Behind cara there were two figured laying unconscious. It was a woman who was wearing a white crown and a man wearing a silver crown on royal clothes . For those who identified them , they bowed down and greeted , " hail to both his and her majesty " they all chorused at once . The ice king was so surprised , he thought that the king and the queen had already retired and that they both found and appointed a new ruler ofr the coronation.

I can't help but tense. “You mean besides ‘Crownless’?” I scoff. "That title is not an insult, Alejandro. It is a prophecy. Crownless does not mean unworthy. It means unchosen by a corrupt bloodline. You carry the fire of the first. Your father did not leave you a crown. He left you a legacy untainted by politics and rot." I blink. The air stills and almost suffocates me. I had always thought being Crownless made me lesser. An unwanted shadow of the throne. But now… now Inferno calls it something else entirely. A freedom. A beginning.

That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant. “You know them,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. It was not a question. Mira lowered herself into the chair near my bed and exhaled slowly, the expression on her face turning grave in a way I had rarely seen. “Everyone in the supernatural world knows them,” she said at last. “The Four Crown Kings are not merely powerful students, Aurelia. They are the strongest beings Noctis Academy has produced in centuries.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “Each one stands at the peak of their generation. Each commands power capable of shifting political balance across kingdoms. Nobles fear off

His words had struck a chord within me—his mention of the alpha king and the mark that had eluded him. The alpha king, a figure of legend and power, had cast a long shadow over the kingdom's history. His mark was not just a physical trait; it symbolized authority, lineage, and an unbreakable tie to the noble bloodline. For the crown prince to allude to possessing that mark, and then reveal that he did not inherit it, was a revelation that held significance beyond the immediate situation.

“Wow! So does Uncle Cedric have one?” He shook his head lightly. “No my love, only the legal heir that is meant to inherit the throne has it. It’s called the mark of kings.” He explained. “But— but how’s that possible? That only one child has the mark and the others Don’t? “Well legend has it that a war broke out when a prince that was born out of wedlock tried to forcefully claim the throne. He claimed to be the rightful heir because he was raised in the palace but the people refused....

torchlights bobbing between the thorn breaks. Six banners. Dozens of riders. Priests shivering in gold-threaded cloaks they'd have to burn before the orchard roots would drink their secrets. Elric braced his bow across his knee, stump pressed into the snow to keep from trembling when the hush slipped down his spine. "They don't look like kings." Cassius snorted. "They look like the orchard's next meal." Selena crouched behind the brine pit rim, Kieran's breath warm at her nape when he leaned close enough for the hush to curl around them both. "Do you see him?" he rasped. She did. The new king , pale and wide-eyed, crown stitched into the collar of his cloak instead of resting on his skull.

Let me take you back in time when Kings rule Not a fancy Royal tale But an Uncivilized Urban Story Not the kind of King over Whom the kingdom depends But a King For Whom People hide and escaped A King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood King A King who doesn't give people relief but steal things and kill them brutally Not A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewel But A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskin Not a Delicate Queen But a lowly Sharp-tongued Slave

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

“It’s just so deceitful.” He set his hand on my knee and squeezed sympathetically, while Mydera said, “The claiming of a crown rarely comes from pure, honest work, my dear.” I guess she had a point. My own brothers had become kings only after their predecessors had been murdered first. “Well, that’s just depressing,” I mumbled. When Farrow stroked my knee as if to soothe me, I smiled at him gratefully and placed my hand over his. Mydera watched us curiously before she said, “So you have a mate who’s resisting his destiny with you, hmm?”