Vantablack Crown Novels & Stories

Her expression was one of surprise, as was mine, which soon after became serious; Prince Crowther was sitting next to her, everyone stared at me, I saluted the commander who broke the awkward silence. _______ This is Blacke Livet, one of the best we currently have in the corporation, my eyes fell to Ayla's that brought an expression that I couldn't decipher - Mr. Livet, will accompany Miss Ayla throughout our corporation, she chose military area to exercise the next test of the dispute for the Diamond crown .. - I nodded in a positive sign understanding the reason why she was there - Your Highness, you can choose to go with them or stay here in my company... Nathan Crowther is the scum of al

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

The Crestfalls were furious. “Give it to me!” Zenith angrily snatched the bill. At the last part of the bill, the Crown Vodka, both limited edition and collector’s edition, cost 2,680,000 each. In short, two bottles of Crown Vodka cost them 5,317,000! The dishes were only a little over ten thousand! Zenith was furious. He pointed at the bill and roared, “What is the meaning of this? Those two bottles of vodka are a present from your owner, and you are charging me!?”

the voice spoke, mournful. "Why?" it asked. "No. It was for you," that was my answer. I didn’t know what it was. Maybe one day I would. I squinted. A flood of light poured in, blinding me. Before I lost my sight— I swiftly retrieved the crown on my head. A quick glimpse. My heart lurched. It was a crown— a black one. "Magnificent," I whispered, as my blood boiled in that second. Then everything went white. I and the crown vanished into it.

Helena watched, breath caught. "Blythe..." Blythe lifted the crown. The metal was warm, as though the blood of those who'd fought still pulsed within it. She turned it in her hands. Not polished. Not royal. Real. Xavier stepped forward. "That's not the crown they gave you." "No," she murmured. "It's the one I earned." She straightened and placed the crown on her head. A hush fell. The Umbra warriors bowed their heads. Even Marrow lowered her gaze.

In my blood. Floating like code etched in violet lightning across the inside of my skull. *System Rebooting........ Full System Unlock* *Triggered By Self Sacrifice.* *(Accessed via oath-mark neural link – December 14, 2030)* The world—dream or real—fades to black. A heads-up display blooms open, like the crown finally decided to stop whispering and start screaming. Crown of Dacia and Twin Thunder Crown Hud **[Basic Info]** **Name:** Celeste Valentina Morau Tsatoke (née Morau)

Something in his eyes, anticipation, perhaps, or nervousness… made me turn to face him fully. “What’s that?” I asked, nodding toward the box. Instead of answering, he stepped forward and lifted the lid. My hand flew to my mouth, a small gasp escaping before I could catch it. Nestled on black velvet lay a delicate crown, not the heavy, ostentatious thing I’d imagined when he mentioned royal regalia, but something ethereal and perfect. White gold twisted into intricate patterns that reminded me of moonlight on water, with moonstones scattered throughout like stars in a night sky.

“Yes?” “If you take the crown, you can’t have it back.” My chest tightened. “What crown?” She pointed behind me, and I turned and saw it. That on the other side of the ruins, implanted in a tree split down the middle by lightning—a circle of black stone, wrought through with a network of pale veins of silver. It wasn't Vira’s. Not Kaelen’s and not Sabrina’s. It looked older and was waiting. “Where did it come from?” “Nope,” Damien said, walking up behind me.