Vantablack Crown Novels & Stories

"Lunch will be ready soon — your Prince only takes his special tea for breakfast." "What?" I suddenly remembered I'd been ordered to return and clean his room. "I have to go. I haven't finished my assignment, and I don't want trouble on my first day. We'll talk later." I stood and rushed toward Prince Pavan's quarters. When I reached his chamber, I let myself in. Luckily, he hadn't returned yet. Looking around, I noticed something I'd missed earlier — the entire room was decorated in black. The bedsheets, the curtains, the furniture, almost everything carried some shade of it.

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.”

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.

"They're bringing something." Alex studied the image. "That's not artillery." "No." "What is it?" Victor looked at him. "I don't know." Alex zoomed closer. A large armored vehicle appeared. Its surface carried no insignia. But on its side was a faint symbol. The flame-shaped crown. Alex's expression changed. "That's a Crown Engine." Cinthye stared. "A what?" "Something from the old records." "What does it do?" Alex swallowed. "It amplifies the Crown's signal."

“And do you swear to respect every member of this community, to listen when needed, to be compassionate when necessary, and firm when required.” “I swear.” The Royal Celerant lifted the crown. Royal blue crystals reflected with ambient light, shimmering like frozen moonlight. Silver filigree twisted through the design, ancient symbols etched into every angle. It was heavy, majestic, unmistakably crafted for an Alpha King. “Then by the power vested in my as Royal Celerant, I crown you… Alpha Damian Blake, ALPHA KING OF KRIDENSYA.” He pleaded the crown gently on Damian’s head. Damian rose gently, slowly, powerful, regal.

Ignisvath pulled her back. A pedestal rose from the floor. Black stone. Violet veins. Upon it rested a crown. Not gold. Not silver. Black dragon bone intertwined with amethyst crystal. Emmy stared. “No.” Ignisvath looked at her. She pointed at the crown. “No.” Vaelgorath tilted his head. “You haven’t heard what it is.” “Every time someone offers me a magical object, my life gets worse.” Caliana nodded. “She has a point.” Dimitrius rubbed his forehead.

On yearbook photo day, I went over and stood next to my boyfriend, Blake Whitmore. Madison Vance, the cheer captain and sorority president, showed up late, and the crowd parted for her without being asked. A path opened straight to Blake, who stood dead center. "What took you so long? You just turned every head in the place." Blake smiled softly and pulled her into the spot beside him. I was pushed out of the frame. Tyler Brooks, my friend since childhood, caught my arm. "Claire, don't fight Madison for the spot. She's the main character today." Then he traded places with me and took the spot next to her. The crowd started whooping. The fraternity president stood on one side and the vice pre

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.

(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.