Viridescent Crown Novels & Stories

Lavender, and violet and deep plum to heliotrope, the scenery in front of them looked like a bright amethyst display. Directly in front of them was a wide path that emitted blue and silver glow, and lead to a gigantic tree-house. Even from this distance, Aelanor knew that the roots of the tree-house growing out of the earth and from the sides, would be towering well over them. The roots were topped with a simple house-like structure, and it was reddish plum. Thousands of branches twisted like ribbons to create the keep. Gigantic leaves sprouted from this to form a crown that covered half of the sky beyond.

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

And the Tourmaline Brotherhood pressed on her a crown wrought in the shape of a three-headed dragon; the coils were yellow gold, the wings silver, the heads carved from jade, ivory, and onyx. The crown was the only offering she'd kept. The rest she sold, to gather the wealth she had wasted on the Pureborn. Xaro would have sold the crown too-the Thirteen would see that she had a much finer one, he swore-but Dany forbade it. "Viserys sold my mother's crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen." And so she did, though the weight of it made her neck ache.

“Like that.” Sirens screamed closer, red and blue slashing through the broken windows, lighting the walls in streaks. Sienna’s gut clenched—cops could mean help or a bigger mess. She dug the vial out, holding it up, the red inside catching the glow. Yours, Sienna. Always was. Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

Not here. He removed his hands from the bowl and stepped back. The high priestess placed the bowl on the floor where she poured water initially, and she started chanting in old tongue. The whole room was tense, and after what felt like eternity, the bowl lit up in a soft white, unmistakable glow. I didn’t know what it meant, but the look of horror on Jeremy’s face told me everything I needed to know.

Alarm flashed across her face. "No." Even the creature reacted. Its massive body shifted protectively toward Lyra. The reaction confused her. Why were they all afraid of the Crown? The answer came seconds later. The fragments rose into the air. Slowly. Silently. Pieces of silver bone floating above the snow. Light spilled from them. Not silver now. Gold. A warm, radiant gold unlike anything Lyra had seen before. The darkness beyond the gate became still. The giant eye widened. The Empty King stared.

“And if I say yes?” “Then I let you try,” Vira said, almost gently. “You’ll fail. But I’ll honor the game.” “And if she says no?” I asked. “Then she stays,” Vira said. “With them. With me. And she also helps build a new world.” Damien laughed once, bitterly. “You are asking us to believe that you will let us leave with that key?” Vira’s smile was steady. “One of you, yes.” She held up a second object this time. A coin. Two sides. One with the Crown’s sigil. The other with the forgotten brand.

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.

At the room’s center stood a raised platform, and upon it, a pedestal. And on that pedestal, something glowed. Elior stepped forward, his breath caught in his throat. It was a crown. Not like the one he carried, the First Crown, bound in iron and restraint. This one was different. It shimmered with a faint, otherworldly light, its silver surface untouched by age. At its center, embedded in the metal, was a single blue gemstone that pulsed like a heartbeat. Myrra inhaled sharply. “The Second Crown.”