Vantablack Crown Novels & Stories

"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."

“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.

“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.

For once, I did not try to make myself appear smaller. Greta adjusted the fabric over my shoulder and smiled at my reflection. “You look like a Luna.” “I am a Luna.” Her smile widened. “Exactly.” On the vanity rested the ceremonial crown. It was not delicate. Ironclaw did not create delicate things. The crown was made of dark silver, shaped like two wolves facing each other beneath a crescent moon. Small black stones had been set into the metal, catching the morning light. I lifted it carefully. My hands trembled.

Then a loud howl came from the northern watchtower. Every warrior in the courtyard turned. Another howl followed, then another. Edwin’s smile disappeared. A scout came running through the gates. “Alpha!” Edwin stepped forward. “What happened?” The scout was breathing heavily.“Wolfbane warriors have crossed into the northern territory.” The courtyard fell silent. Edwin’s entire body stiffened. “How many?” “Too many to be a scouting party.” His eyes hardened. “They’re coming.” I felt the blood drain from my face.

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

“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

Just beauty for its own sake. Flowers bloomed from our palms, each one reflecting a different perspective. Golden roses for Kael's fierce devotion. Silver lilies for Rhett's sharp intelligence. Blue orchids for Darius's gentle strength. Violet nightshade for Marcus's dark history transformed. And in the center, a bloom that shifted through every color—Lyra's cosmic nature, containing multitudes. We wove them together into a crown. Not for wearing. Just for creating. Just to prove that even as one being, we could still make beautiful things.