Viridescent Crown Novels & Stories

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

"I'm listening?" "Well, you see... it's in the tradition. The throne shouldn't be vacant for more than a month and it's about three months now that no one has sat on the throne. So the elders and I have agreed that you'll be crowned King in two weeks time and also, your wedding will take place on the day of your coronation." "Wait...all these are too much for me."

It's tradition. It's an elaborate victorian crown with emeralds and crystals incrested all over. Across the front are green gems resembling ivy with a prominent giant pear-cut emerald in the middle. The points are all differently shaped emeralds with crystals. It's a beautiful, perfect blend of Silver Moon and me. Our colors combined. "I...I love it!" A single tear drops down my cheek before she comes rushing over, dabbing it off. "Don't cry, sweet girl. So happy you love it. Now let's put it on and show my son why it's such a good thing he came to his senses yesterday."

The guard bowed their heads in his direction. “Welcome to the Varmore Empire, Prince Helios!” He simply acknowledged them with a simple nod before hitting his horse to enter the palace gates. Lila, who had been taking care of him, followed him from behind alongside the assassins assigned to assure the safety and security of their prince. As they made their way to the Euthoria Mansion, the first thing that Helios noticed were the blooming blue gentians littering the sides of the pavement. As far as he remembered, these were the flowers that used to trigger the emperor’s so-called dark side, but seeing that the flowers were not being taken out meant that it no longer had that kind of effect.

Off to the side was a dais, as well as two clear vitrines. I don’t know how, but I somehow lost both Ali and Finn; I walk slowly closer to the thrones and look at the vitrines. One had the King and Queen’s crowns within the other had some sort of sceptre and sword, both were covered in beautiful red gems. I turn, step to the side and back a little when the soft music stops and a loud voice echoes through the room, “PLEASE WELCOME HER HIGHNESS QUEEN ISABELLE AND HIS HIGHNESS CROWNED PRINCE JEREMIAH…”

LUCIEN'S POV One of the ancient ones approached the altar and knelt before Daisy. In its hands was a crown made of black metal and red jewels. The Crown of Dominion. But like the staff, it had been transformed by dark magic. Instead of silver light, it radiated shadows. "Your crown, my lady," the ancient one said. Daisy took the crown and placed it on her head. The moment it touched her skin, the entire world seemed to shift. The air became thick and hard to breathe. The temperature dropped so fast that frost began forming on the castle windows.

That is why Seraphine’s smile works and why I now judge my life in barrels and bandanas. Rye. That’s what I told myself to answer to. Rye, as in bread, as in whiskey, as in the colour of the fields that hold the wind. Rye, as in something simple and hearty and not worth noticing twice. There is a ship sailors spit before they name. They call her the Gilded Wraith, though her hull is the colour of stormwood, and her figurehead is carved into a woman who does not have a face so much as a suggestion of one. Rumour says she is captained by Kade Thorne, the Wolf of the Azure, whose bounty posters Fletchers’ Square displays more lovingly than saints. Rumour also says he is a gentleman to his crew