Viridescent Crown Novels & Stories

‘So is she’ Ivan replied ‘at least we know ivory we’ll be awake in a week, according to the healer this servant would remain like this for at least a month’. ‘You do know the healer can give out his energy to make them recover’ the crown prince said while staring at ivory. ‘I know, but who the hell would give out precious energy especially when she’s a stranger’ he responded rolling his eyes. ‘Oh I guess the ‘favor’ your father did isn’t that much’ prince Adger said mockingly. Ivan didn’t bother to explain anything and just decided to ignore him. The crown prince rolled his eyes when he saw there was no further opportunity to annoy him.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

However, Sebastian stayed put, his head bowed even lower in a gesture of deep respect, yet there was a determined edge to it: "It's because I value your generosity so much that I've got the guts to ask for an even greater honor here today." He paused, inhaled deeply, and pulled out a small parchment scroll from his jacket, lifting it high above his head. "I, Sebastian Vitale, in the name of my mother's bloodline and the rest of my days, humbly ask you to grant me the privilege of marrying the Caruso family's... "Miss Anna." That was the moment everything clicked for me. Sebastian was from the future, just like me.

said king Charles and placed the vampire crown made from gold , white gold , rubies , diamonds and dark gold . After Eskylrious received the crown of the leader of the vampires , he turned around and looked at the clans . The clans all bowed in front of him in a respectful manner . " May your reign last for hundreds of years , leader Eskylrious Windsor ! " said all the people in the hall for three times in a row . " Now that the coronation ceremony ended , we shall pass to the engagement ceremony . " said king Charles and walked towards the magic circle with Eskylrious next to him .

“Holy shit. What is that?” She doesn’t seem to notice anything as she tilts her head to Saint with a sweet smile and her hand outstretched for him. Her cheeks are rosy from the chilled air, creating an odd discrepancy from her ivory skin, white hair, and white eyes. Above Kas is what I can only describe as a crown floating a few inches over her head. The crown looks like it’s on fire. No. It looks like it’s made of fire. It’s composed of black flames that turn purple as it licks into the night sky and come into five points that remind me of spires burning tall in the night air. The one in the front center is the tallest. Each point emits colored smoke: scarlet red, golden yellow, silvery gra

Something massive stirred in the shadows. A low hum thrummed through the forest like a warning. Kael tensed. “Stay behind me.” From the trees burst a blur of obsidian and violet light—whipping like smoke but with the weight of iron. A shape flickered in and out of visibility: a crown, hovering, spinning, thorns twisting like tendrils. The Mireling Crown. Even I knew what it was before Kael said it.

Along the interior rim, a molten vein of alchemical glass - a deep ember-red - runs like a breathing heartbeat. Five asymmetrically placed black obsidian shards jut skyward, each carved into a razor’s edge, catching the light like falling stars. Threaded between the obsidian, pale moonstones glow with inner fire. Tiny silver filaments trace lunar phases around each gem. Across the front arch, grandfather inscribed a spiral of war-runes in obsidian ink. Flanking each temple are low-relief engravings of a phoenix’s upraised wing, rendered in platinum flash, mirroring Emberlance’s imagery. The crown’s underside is padded with midnight-blue silk from the Veiled Looms of Varistith. Finally, a hid

I dare to ask. As her back straightens, her bench melts like a liquid shadow, swirling around her as it extends along her back, becoming a tall throne. From its back, a corona of smoky quartz grows into long, smooth, spikes. As she sits up taller, the dark moon, centered above her head, is highlighted around its circumference with a radiating light of neon violet, casting her sharp, proud features in a violet shadow. In her hair, raven feathers shine at the edges of braids that end in perfect ringlets. On her brow sits a simple crown of crystal and obsidian.

Zhatierians never like materialistic items unless it’s the King’s and Queen’s crown and both of them find it a pain on their head but being King and Queen, they had no choice. Eve had a crown for herself too. It was red just like Adam’s crown and a golden jewels decorate the middles of the crown with small stones scattered through what look like plant veins and small red rose giving it a bright red colour on the crown. It was beautiful but Eve never liked it. It was too much but she didn’t know how to tell Adam that.

Proud that he almost revoked Rori’s right. Vladimyr and I found a quieter corner of the terrace, where the mist began to lift and the sun warmed the chilled stones. We spread out a blanket while Miranda laid out cider and pastries, and the twins eventually wandered over, still trading barbed remarks and mock insults. Victor tossed a long, vine-wrapped stem onto Vladimyr’s lap. “Here. So you don’t look so grumpy. I call it the Crown of Brooding.” Tori leaned closer, inspecting her work with a sharp grin. “You need something to match the bloodthirsty cheekbones. This’ll do.”