Vantablack Crown Novels & Stories

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

His eyes met mine, storm and softness woven together. I turned back. “There will be no new crown. No new dynasty. No next generation of chained blood.” And then I pulled a velvet box from beneath the podium and opened it. Inside was a silver circlet. Wreathed in fire-shaped metal. Twisted. Scarred. Beautiful. “The Blackwood Crown,” I said. “Forged from the original heirloom. Melted. Recast. Not a symbol of rule. But of rebellion.” And I placed it on the podium—not my head.

Okay, we all know I would not be able to even get a punch in but I could have him weak on his knees while I grind on him, ridding him so good. My heart drummed even harder, not the time. His crown was placed first. It was so large it took everything in me not to gasp. It was black in color, so stunning with white and black short fur at the ring of it as it sat on his hair. The crown was laced with red diamonds which just left you breathless. It was truly something to see, just wide eyed but I closed my mouth and stared ahead until I saw the man walk towards me.

“Oh, hell.” ~~~~~~~~~~ ISTANBUL — BLACK BANNER CHAMBER The courier left. But another man remained. A young one. Not armed. Not afraid. He placed a card on the table. A burning crown etched in gold. “She says names fall. But symbols rise.” The Council asked: “What do you call this?” He smiled. “The Black Crown War has begun.”

The other half was made of silver, with delicate filigree patterns and blood stones gleamed from the centre of it. "Fuck me to hell." Shade whispered, just as stunned as me. "What is happening?" Vera chuckled as if she understood what was happening. Izza's eyes were confused, though. Blaine and I shared a look, still far away, still so tired to move.v The second one, the silver crown, floated towards Izza. She touched the crown with wonder in her eyes and took her fingers back as soon as she touched it, and Vera laughed. "Take it. It is yours."

I reminded my brothers as Kenny suddenly appeared at the edge of the clearing, battling his way toward us with ferocious determination. The First's form continued to solidify, its features becoming visible, ancient beyond reckoning, neither male nor female, with eyes like black holes that seemed to absorb all light. "Stop them!" it commanded Nightshade. "The crown cannot be activated!" Matthias reached us first, his small hand joining mine on the crown. The jewels pulsed brighter, recognising his touch. Kenny fought through three of Nightshade's guards, his Royal battle leathers splattered with blood, but his eyes burning with purpose as he closed the distance.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

The black velvet inside framed something bright pink. A plastic crown. Gabby’s pink glitter crown. For a moment, no one spoke. “MY CROWN!” Gabby screamed so loudly the tiny hammer in my head went back to working overtime. She reached for it with both hands. “Easy,” I said. Kendra picked up the crown first and inspected it. “Oh.” “What?” I asked. She turned it toward the light. The crown was clean. No chocolate smudges from Al’s hands. No dust from the grounds at Villa Miravento. The underside, which had been slightly sticky yesterday because Gabby once tried to repair it with lip gloss, wasn’t sticky anymore either.

Vanessa. Her half-sister stepped past her without a glance, smelling like Chanel No. 5 and satisfaction. She was wearing Aria’s necklace. The gold pendant Aria had designed herself, the one with the ruby stone that Damien had custom-made for their first anniversary. It sat against Vanessa’s collarbone like it had always belonged there. "You’re still here?" Vanessa’s voice was silk wrapped around a razor blade. She settled onto the arm of the sofa, crossing her legs, and looked at Aria the way people look at stains on expensive furniture.