Viridescent Crown Novels & Stories

“Why should I isn't Vance will go there will Astrid. “ She said, looking down, wiping her tears and walked away to get ready. ------------------------------------------------ Purple smiled as she looked at her in the mirror; she was wearing a beautiful black dress, with Silver and golden threat designed on the dress. Her feet were bare as Ione instructed shoes were not allowed in ritual. And at last Pink and white flower crown. Jenne gave her the crown. It’s essential for an Alpha mate to was a flower crown. She wore it looking herself for the last time she walked down. “Hey purple, I was waiting for you” Ione run toward her . “oh my god, purple, you look beautiful,” Ione said, admiring her.

I replied, bowing slightly. "Which is?" Brandon, the minister in charge of food, asked. "King Cedric wants weapons in exchange for a rice supply," I replied. "Why would King Cedric want weapons when there's gold and other things he could ask for?" Minister Cidarius objected — the minister in charge of weapon supplies, and Pavan's grandfather. "We have plenty of weapons, and merchants supply us more besides. I think it's worth agreeing to. King Cedric is only asking for what his kingdom lacks," Minister Iris, the Minister of Health, offered.

I told her, my other hand straightening her dainty crown. She looked every bit the part of a luna, a queen. Her navy blue floor length ballgown had flower appliqués attached to the skirt, extending up the sleeveless bodice and covering her torso and breasts tastefully. The back was a deep, low v, allowing her wings to be completely on display for all of our people to see her in her true form. Her hair that she normally wore down in waves was instead braided intricately, woven with pearls and jewels and flowers, setting off her crown perfectly. The crown itself was gold, with soft, blush pink flowers, delicate leaves, and other jewels spread all over the crown.

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.