Vantablack Crown Novels & Stories

No," I said. And as soon as he raised it— He pivoted once more. He had a serene expression. His cheeks were wet with tears. He gave me a direct look. And inquired once more: "If I make the wrong decision, will you still love me?" The wind ceased. Floating in his hand was the crown. And the shadows started to shift once more above his head. Forming a black shape. A crown that grows by itself. Not from stars. But at night. A crown of darkness.

Alpha Caleb smiled, his eyes sparkling with pride. "My beloved children," he began, his voice brimming with emotion, "today, I present to you a symbol of your growth, resilience, and dedication. Inside this box lies the ancient crown, a symbol of authority and leadership that has been passed down through generations." Ethan and Ava exchanged glances, their hearts filled with a mixture of gratitude and awe. They approached the box, their hands trembling slightly as they lifted the lid. Nestled within was a magnificent crown, adorned with intricately carved symbols representing unity, strength, and wisdom.

I knelt in front of her, my hands gripping her face as I pressed my forehead against hers. "You're mine," I said, my voice raw. "No ancient law, no shadow princess, no cosmic bullshit will ever change that." "Yours," she agreed, her voice barely a whisper. "Only yours." The Void Crown materialized above the throne, hovering in midair like a promise. It was made of pure obsidian and silver, set with a single crimson jewel that pulsed with ancient power. The elders watched with hungry eyes as it descended toward Lilith's head.

Being cared for all the time, her heart felt warm. "Ms. Hammond, the crown you are wearing on your head is created by the international master Herbert. The crown is adorned with 11 rare pink emeralds and diamonds. The pink emeralds alone are extremely rare, not to mention their similar sizes. Each one is handcrafted by the designer and has excellent color. Although Ms. Hammond is naturally beautiful, with their support, you will be even more stunning and radiant." Listening silently to the woman introducing her expensive belongings, Britney couldn't help but ask, "Did I wear a private jet on me?"

I kept my chin tucked down, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing the tears in my eyes. "What do you need me to do, Princess?" "Brenda, bring the box," Vivian ordered, ignoring my question as she reached back to adjust the lace on her shoulder. The head maid rushed forward, holding a heavy, velvet-lined box. Inside the box sat a massive, glittering tiara made of solid white gold, packed with heavy diamonds that looked like shards of ice. It was the ancestral crown of the WhiteWolf Luna. It was the very same crown Dominic’s mother had worn on her wedding day.

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

"Are you alright?" "It's no big deal. I'll be better with some rest," said Karl. Wilbur nodded. Dawson and Cameron hurried to bow to Wilbur. To them, their Godly Emperor now seemed all the more powerful. Wilbur nodded in acknowledgment. Just then, Karl looked over at Groot. Groot had run off at full speed, returning in no time with a tray. On the tray was a robe with a crown on it. The crown was made of pure gold and looked like a flaming golden dragon curled up. There was a red gem on the dragon's forehead, emitting a fiery glow.

The car doors swung open in unison, and a stream of figures in black poured into the banquet hall. Beneath their jackets, the subtle outlines of guns hinted at danger, a chill of menace in the air. A bodyguard with utmost respect opened the door of the central stretch limo. William Vincent, the iron-fisted ruler of Northland's shadowy corners, clad in a sleek black trench coat, walked over the glittering carpet of broken glass towards me. He was the man behind the mysterious calls, my mentor in all things firearms, my ace in the hole. William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.

I shut the door with a flick of my wrist, turned the lock, and shut out the prying eyes. "Don Romano, I'm Elena," I announced. "Here's a token from the Deluca family." The wheelchair turned slowly to face me. Even prepared, I caught my breath for a split second at the sight. His face was a study in contrasts. The left side was chiseled perfection, but the right was hidden behind a silver mask, with burn scars creeping out like red, twisted centipedes. It was truly a horrifying sight, a mix of the divine and the monstrous.

“Excellent. Our spies inside the Vanguard facility reported a massive void signature. I knew it could only be you.” Nora’s gaze slid away from me, landing directly on Dominic’s pale, bleeding form slumped against my legs. Her hazel eyes narrowed, flashing with a sudden, dark, and lethal satisfaction as she recognized the royal Vega crest tattooed across his back. “And you brought me the crown prince of Shadow Ridge,” she purred, stepping into the car, her heavy combat boots clicking against the iron. She raised her hand, signaling the heavy-armor rebels behind her. “Secure the female specimen. And tie the Lycan up.”