Vantablack Crown Novels & Stories

Underneath he’s wearing a black buttoned-up shirt with a gold strip down the button lining of the shirt and has paired it with black slacks with a gold strip down the outer seam of the pants along with gold leather oxfords. He’s carrying a large white velvet pillow over to my mother, and I frown as he kneels beside her, raising the pillow to her. Carefully, my mother removes the grand crown from her head. The crown is adorned with diamonds, white pearls and is shaped by white quartz crystal and white seashells with gold detailing. Instead of placing the crown upon Lemuel’s head, she places it down on the velvet pillow. I’m about to stand up and protest when Eisa walks over carrying a purple

“Holy shit. What is that?” She doesn’t seem to notice anything as she tilts her head to Saint with a sweet smile and her hand outstretched for him. Her cheeks are rosy from the chilled air, creating an odd discrepancy from her ivory skin, white hair, and white eyes. Above Kas is what I can only describe as a crown floating a few inches over her head. The crown looks like it’s on fire. No. It looks like it’s made of fire. It’s composed of black flames that turn purple as it licks into the night sky and come into five points that remind me of spires burning tall in the night air. The one in the front center is the tallest. Each point emits colored smoke: scarlet red, golden yellow, silvery gra

The crown is just the provider of that. It may seem useless, but in reality, it has a lot of value. Especially if you wish to save someone. Now that I look at this other amulet. This one was made with black and silver chains, and a red oval ruby in the center held another secret. The value of this one was more than any life, for it had the power of bringing one to life.

Blair handed the flowers to Mable and lowered his head to give her a deep kiss. “They’re beautiful.” Mable held the flowers and asked, “But why does this crown look so familiar…?” After a pause, she suddenly remembered. “This crown is the Eternal Love, right?” Eternal Love was the masterpiece of Monafett’s renowned jewelry designer, Ricky. He had spent his entire life designing crowns for royalty and nobility, and this particular crown had a history of more than two hundred years. Mable had seen this crown at an auction before. It was rumored to have sold to a private collector for five hundred million.

The pack roars with laughter and many of the members begin to chant, "Let her sit, let her sit." Victor stands beside my throne and the head elder walks towards him holding my crown on a golden pillow. I gasp when he hands the crown to Victor. The crown is gold filigree with diamonds and emeralds on the tops of each point. Just over Victor's shoulder I can see the Blood Moon shining brightly in the sky. It is almost at its highest point in the night sky. Looking back at Victor I notice that he has already begun his speech. I cringe inwardly hoping that I have not missed anything important.

I suppressed the chuckle that threatened to slip past my lips. Kaizen was seated at the head of the table, his regal presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The crown on his head caught my attention. The crown was a work of art, crafted from the finest gold and adorned with intricate designs and precious stones. As he turned his head, the light caught the jewels, sending shimmering beams of color cascading around the room. The crown fitted him perfectly, the metal curved to fit the contours of his skull, the weight distributed evenly across his brow. He looked up as I entered and called out to me, beckoning me to come and sit next to him. I felt a wave of anger rise within

“Look at these.” I glance down at the tablet and my blood begins to boil. A group of men wearing all black and even masks are standing behind the crowd. I can’t see much of the surroundings, but I can already tell that it is the day of the attack. As I pick up his tablet and look closer at the image, I ask, “Where did you get this?”

The silver markings beneath her skin flared violently bright. Cassian unwrapped the object slowly. A crown. Black silver twisted into sharp moon-shaped points. Ancient. Terrifying. Beautiful. The second Kael saw it— He froze. Completely. Cassian’s gaze locked onto him. “You recognize it.” Kael’s expression became dangerously unreadable. “No.” But the denial came too slowly. Too uncertainly. Cassian lifted the crown slightly. “The Shadow Crown.” A violent pulse shot through Lyra’s body. Suddenly another vision slammed into her mind—

"We seek the Crown Bearer." Its voice sounded wrong. Not human. As though dozens of voices spoke in perfect unison from inside the helmet. Cassian stepped in front of Lyra. His sword rose immediately. "Then you're out of luck." The warrior ignored him. Its attention never left Lyra. "The Crown Bearer belongs to the Throne." The Bone Crown pulsed. Pain shot through Lyra's skull. A flood of unfamiliar images crashed into her mind. A vast black citadel. An endless army kneeling before a throne.

The crown prince just ignored her, Evan took a glance at the prince who seemed so irritated. "I'm sorry!" Katara yelled and waved her hand. "Are you alright, your highness?" Evans asks, what happened, why is he so grumpy when he's so excited to see the young lady earlier. "How could she casually brag about kissing many times?" Evans heard the crown prince whisper, he never saw the crown prince being this pissed off before. He prevents himself from laughing, the crown prince is one of the cruelest person he even knows but when it comes to Lady Heldigard he's so soft and nice. He witnessed how he could kill someone without any mercy so he never imagined being this good.