Viridescent Crown Novels & Stories

It pressed and knot itself, forming and deforming at each second that passed, until with a pop, the blood transformed into a tangible object, which could be worn only by the king: a crown. It was hailed with black linings that were dancing in its curves and edges; there was also a red, minuscule ruby glinting at each black lining. With a last whisper, the priest grabbed the crown. He hurriedly put it over Vladimir’s head who crouched a little with its weight. He’s in awe as he felt the heaviness of such a small thing. “All hail to King Vladimir,” the priest shouted. The common vampires and the witnesses echoed his words.

In the blue band, there are white roses embroidered throughout, and across the ribs portion of the dress there is light silver filigree that follows her feminine shape, and the pattern is repeated at the bottom of her dress. I gasp when I realise it is a replica of a section of my family crest and my eyes moisten from the sentiment shown by that symbolism. Drawing my gaze back to her face I take notice of her veil not being drawn down. Instead, it appears to have been integrated into the elaborate hairstyle she has which is keeping her wayward hair under control. Her image is completed by the princess crown atop her head to symbolise her status as the soon-to-be queen. In her hands, she carr

“This is not a circlet kissed by moons or forged by gods.” She turned in a slow circle. “This is pain made visible. This is grief made iron. This is every name they buried to build their empires.” She paused. Let her voice drop. “This is mine.” Venn spoke. “Will you place it on your head?” Sirelia looked at him. “No.” She set the crown on the altar. “Let it crown itself.” The flames beneath the altar flared. And the crown rose. It hovered. Spinning slowly. Blood wept from its edges.

"I'll go ahead and—" "Actually, let me go first." Vanessa was already on her feet, moving past me to the screen. "You don't mind, Mr. Brown?" "Fine by me." She plugged in before I could say anything. I sat back down and waited. The screen lit up, and my stomach dropped. Vanessa stood in front of it with a confident smile. "Arctic Crown. That's today's theme. Inspired by the northern lights — a gradient of opals in green, blue, and purple, arranged to mirror the way aurora moves across the night sky."

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

Draco excitedly looked at the crown before he can enchant the spell. With Vincent's signal...All the four crystals i.e., Mars, Zenia, Marcus and Olivia raised their wands at the crown. "Attack," Vincent ordered raising their wands in unison at the crown. the rays of lighting from their wands and the crystal strikes the crown. Crown burst with a loud blast..., Draco started screaming. "NO! NO...nooo..." Draco slowly, slowly fades away and disappeared into fumes. Zohan enchants a spell at Lucifer and Dyna.

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

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.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

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.