Vantablack Crown Novels & Stories

All the guard bowed when they knew I was there and they repeated the gesture when Andras stood from the throne. He walked to me, two guards following him behind like the ones with me. When we were close enough, he dropped the crown from his head and placed it on the glass floor, following customs. As long as I was still the king, he had to follow them. I was expected to pick the crown and wear it. It was a black crown with different rare jewels on it. It had long spiky thorns of poison rising from it. It was perfect-fit, meaning it could resize itself to the perfect size on the user's head.

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Standing there after basically going all Warrior Goddess on the crowd, we continued with the ceremony. Killian gave Rian my biological mother’s crown, which was a Baroque black diamond tiara, giving off Gothic vibes for sure. In the middle of the crown was the face of a wolf, with two rubies for eyes. It was truly a work of art, and I was so lucky that it was able to be saved. I bowed in front of Rian, so he could put the crown on my head, and once that was done, I stood up straight. Throwing my shoulders back and lifting my chin up, wanting to show the shifter kingdom that I was strong, fierce, and not to be fucked with.

The king grabbed the handle and saw that it was a dagger exquisitely made. The tip of the handle was a mixture of silver and gold seemingly woven over each other. Between the handle and the blade was a dark grey gemstone shaped like a shield and its crossguard and quillon were shaped like that of a wave. Securing the dark grey gemstone, two silver and gold snakes crossed over each other with their tails ending at the edge of the crossguard.

My bare feet pressed into the soft moss, each step swallowed as though the forest itself were conspiring to hold me in place. From the darkness, a shape emerged-massive, elegant, terrifying. Crimson eyes pierced the dimness, luminous and aware. Not a man, not yet. But not merely a wolf either. Zevrael. The predator I had stitched together, the creature I had seen dissolve into man, now took form in the wild. His fur shimmered faintly, a strange light reflecting off the shadows, and even in that form, there was a majesty that struck me to silence.

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.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.