Vantablack Crown Novels & Stories

It pressed and knot itself, forming and deforming at each second that passed, until with a pop, the blood transformed into a tangible object, which could be worn only by the king: a crown. It was hailed with black linings that were dancing in its curves and edges; there was also a red, minuscule ruby glinting at each black lining. With a last whisper, the priest grabbed the crown. He hurriedly put it over Vladimir’s head who crouched a little with its weight. He’s in awe as he felt the heaviness of such a small thing. “All hail to King Vladimir,” the priest shouted. The common vampires and the witnesses echoed his words.

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.

“Do you believe this is simple loyalty? You do not comprehend the forces at play. The Veil… they provide stability. The crown… it will destroy everything if misused.” Aera shook her head, the crown’s glow intensifying as if emphasising her resolve. “The crown does not destroy—it chooses. And it has chosen me. Your justifications will not absolve you of your actions.” Corvin made a desperate move, lunging for a concealed dagger. Kael intercepted him, steel clashing with steel. Liora raised a barrier that flared around the room, forcing Corvin back. Aera extended her hand, the crown pulsing outward. Corvin was lifted, suspended by invisible energy, unable to resist.

Each strike of expensive leather against the floor carried enough raw pressure to turn the air to lead. "Lorenzo. Are you tired of living? Because you’re touching my property." A voice, cold as a winter-honed blade, exploded through the hall, instantly stifling Bella’s screeching. At the corner of the corridor, dozens of men in black suits, sporting gold-threaded insignias, fanned out in a lethal tactical formation. Flanked by his men, Sebastian walked into the light, draped in a heavy, charcoal cashmere overcoat. His eyes, which looked down on the world like a vengeful deity, were filled with nothing but pure contempt as they landed on Lorenzo.

🖤Jacob🖤 The news headline stayed on my screen for so long the words started blurring together eventually. “Jay Hale finally laid to rest in private Hale cemetery.” Underneath it was a blurry picture somebody took from far away. Black umbrellas. Black cars. Black clothes. A family burying the center of their world. My chest tightened painfully while I stared at the image longer than I should have. Somewhere in that crowd was Alexandra probably dressed in black with those empty eyes she’d been carrying lately.

"Read whatever story the pirates have copied for you. The crown will be pleased." The officer colored. It made him generous; he broke the seal with his nail. He wasn't careful. The wax gave with a soft, foolish pop. He unrolled the parchment. His lips moved. He read a language he didn't speak and pretended he did. He reached the initials and stopped pretending. "What is this," he whispered, as if the air might explain. "Who...who countersigned..." "House Morcant," Kade said. "And the queen of Avarayne."

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.