Vantablack Crown Novels & Stories

I reminded him of that. Mark’s laughter filled the room, "You pull her brand under Crownwell & Brooks, and not only will sales explode, the old men on your father’s board will have no choice but to acknowledge you.” he added and I smiled. But even as he said it, my mind wandered to that final, elusive woman—the one CEO no one could seem to pin down easily. She had built a brand with ruthless speed, but stayed hidden from the spotlight, a ghost among giants. She's a mystery and the last key to my throne. Am never missing this opportunity.

It was for a purpose. This time, she would not die in the dark. This time, the crown would burn before it fell into another’s hands.

the nod with her hand to the little table with folded fabrics. Without me asking, he approaches the table and looks for the thinnest and lightest fabric, lifting the shiny piece with blank flower designs. At the top, holding the pale veil, an imposing black crown embedded in small diamond pebbles shines in the sunlight when it stands one step away from me, blocking the heat gusts that enter through the window. When Hunter positions the accessory on my head and the white joins my dress, as well as the black heavy metal that fuses with my hair, I have the impression that I am made of diamonds.

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." ----

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,”

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.”

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.

In my blood. Floating like code etched in violet lightning across the inside of my skull. *System Rebooting........ Full System Unlock* *Triggered By Self Sacrifice.* *(Accessed via oath-mark neural link – December 14, 2030)* The world—dream or real—fades to black. A heads-up display blooms open, like the crown finally decided to stop whispering and start screaming. Crown of Dacia and Twin Thunder Crown Hud **[Basic Info]** **Name:** Celeste Valentina Morau Tsatoke (née Morau)