Viridescent Crown Novels & Stories

I’d never seen a combination so captivating; it was like he held two different seasons in his gaze. "I have this for you," he chirped, his voice bright as a bird's. He held up a delicate crown woven from wildflowers of the deepest blues and purples. Their scent was a heady rush of night-blooming jasmine and dew-kissed lavender. "May I place it on your head?" "Of course," I breathed, sinking to my knees to meet his height. He let out a delighted giggle, his small hands surprisingly gentle as he settled the crown atop my hair.

“We cannot keep her, Jarvis. We’ve made the mistake of bringing her here.” “You do not have to give her the crown; she still belongs here, with you as her mate.” Jarvis continued. Instantly, a chunk assembled in Kaizen’s throat; it was painful to swallow. Roxanne being his mate was something he wasn't ready for or wanted to acknowledge. “She is not my mate,” he compelled the words out. He couldn't afford to get a mate, not now, not ever. Azriel chortled. "Keep saying it, and you might start believing it. You have been fortunate to meet your mate, Kaizen; some of us aren't lucky and we have accepted our fates. You should keep her.”

Bernice glanced at me. The maid put on white gloves and carefully opened the box to reveal a crown. I blinked. It was the Crown I had never seen before. It has twelve water-drop-shaped pearls arranged neatly on the crown. On the top of each pearl is a perfectly cut heart-shaped diamond. The base of the crown is silver with rings of olive-leaf-shaped crystals. In the light of the Sun, it is holy and elegant like the Crown of our moon goddess. Bernice was so pleased with the crown that the satisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed.

Drezic came around behind him and gently lifted him so he was above his aunt and had easier access to put it on. “Thanks Dad.” Tasrin spoke as he ran around to the side. The beautiful green stems of the flowers made the base of the crown and connecting pieces as the purple and yellow flowers gave it color. “Well how does it look?” Rosalie asked with a smile. “You are way to pretty to adorn something I have made.” Tasrin spoke as his jaw dropped. Rosalie giggled happily as she gently touched it with her finger. With magic she set it in almost like glass as it did nothing but sturdy the crown.

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

“Why don’t you open it up?” Daisie put the gift box on the table and opened it up. What appeared in front of her was a crystal crown. The biggest gem was the Pigeon's Blood, an extremely rare and high-quality sapphire. Meanwhile, many diamonds of all sizes were embedded in the circlet, and even the circlet itself was made of moonstone. She picked up the crown carefully and asked, “Did Mom design this for me!?” Yorrick smiled. “Yeah. This is the only one in the world.”

He turned, presenting two identical crowns carved from a seamless blend of volcanic obsidian and pure mainland silver. Vance lifted the first crown, placing it lightly upon Natalia's silver-white braids. He then lifted the second, placing it upon Dmitry's brow. The moment the twin crowns settled, Natalia and Dmitry reached out, locking their fingers together, their palms pressing the silver scars of their blood-tie firmly against one another. A violent, breathtaking shockwave of raw, golden light exploded from the balcony.

I said, turning away from the pillar. My matte-obsidian armor was gone, leaving the sharp geometric black lines tracing my collarbone like a collar of ravens. The Twin Crown was still light, its seven gems burning with a steady violet-blue flame that no longer needed my life-force to maintain. We had balanced the accounts. The anomaly had become the rule. "Vesper " I called out my voice echoing down the stone stairs into the keep.

They spun together, forming a shape. Not a person. Not a portal. Something smaller. Simpler. But unmistakably important. A crown. A snow crown. It hung in the air, floating, shimmering with faint blue light. Every wolf stared at it in horrified awe. Lucian fell over sideways. “No no no no no. Absolutely not. Why is there a floating crown.” Elara whispered, “That is the High King’s crown.” Marek looked at me, fear tightening his voice. “Aveline. What does this mean.”

Thick brown wings with dangerous looking talons bordering it flapped behind him, causing his brown hair to fly about his face. "'Tis nigh impossible, my liege. The crown never moves until the Lord is dead. 'Tis the way of things." Lord Vas let go of my hand and stroked his bare chin with it. "Aye Ferrin. So we thought, until this morn. Allow me to show you."He said and snapped his fingers. The sound of metal clashing against glass filled the air and i craned my neck in the direction of it. I sucked in breath sharply as did everyone else around me. A transparent rectangular box made of glass was being carried in by a man who seemed to have a problem with it, since it was moving. Not