Vương Miện Viridescent Novels & Stories

I said. “Indeed, he did. Do you know why the Count’s eyes or, better said, our creator’s eyes are two different colors?” asked my monster. “No…” I said. “His eyes are one blue and one red. His blue eyes represent his mate, Serafim. They’re our shade of blue, but not sapphire rock. Serafim had these eyes, and we are here reincarnation, making us part of him as a reincarnated mate he once had. His other eye is the same red tone as our mate’s eyes. King Vladimir’s eyes are the only red blood tone in the Kingdoms.

His dark eyes landed on her for a moment, and she had to look away. The king and queen were standing in the center of the dais, her mother’s gown even larger and more ornate than the one she wore. Mostly white, with large blue sapphires affixed to it, the gown had to weigh at least fifty pounds. Since her mother was almost as small as Nya, she had no idea how she was wearing it, let alone smiling. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head, the large queen’s crown surrounding it.

I was so stricken by fear of discovery I struggled to remember as he drew closer to where I stood. When he was just about upon me, I caught wind of his musky odor. It was the same odor the soldiers carried. Then I remembered to look into his eyes, like I had the king’s. Sure enough, he had little green and red speckles floating around in them. He was Mannadorian alright and he was about to walk right into me. “I can smell you princess,” he cooed as he extended his arms and started searching the air. “I know you’re here somewhere. Who gave you the cloak of invisibility?”

Even without healing, my existence was one of constant pain and taunts. The day I was summoned to heal the vampire, was the day I hoped for my freedom. Again the considerate bite was what I’d finally understood to be gentle. At my stare to the necklace that matched the seal placed around my neck, Vlademyre explained, “this is my family crest. My blood. It means that you belong to us. That no one without this crest may touch you. Feed from you or pair with you.” This seemed quite important to Vlademyre, so I nodded because no one had since Daddy made the contract. “It also means that you must always protect any who wear one.” Agreeing to that condition was the least I could do for the protect

‘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.

"You know, in the world of mages, eye color is a significant indicator of power. For regular mages, when they're tapping into their abilities, their eyes turn a vivid shade of purple. It's a well-known trait, almost a hallmark of their magic." He paused, looking intently at Astrid. "But for the royal family, it's different. They possess a unique and rare eye color. When they channel their powers, their eyes transform into a mesmerizing shade of opalescent teal, shimmering with hues of blue and green. This color is a symbol of their elevated status and the ancient magic flowing through their veins."

Mostly red since it is the royal color of the Sviatoslavich family and she found the color not to her preference since it is so bold compare to what she had always worn in Zhatiera but she would still wear them anyway sometimes to appease him. He tends to buy her jewels despite being told how she does not fancy such expensive stones that much. Zhatierians never like materialistic items or like uses them except for her parents though both find them to be 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 golden jewels decorate the middles of the crown with small stones scattered through the edge that look l

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

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…”