Vương Miện Viridescent Novels & Stories

“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.

the matriarch said excitedly as she placed something over my hair. “What is this?” I raised my hand, tracing the object, which seemed to be adorned with precious stones and had a noticeable weight. “It’s a diamond crown. The Lycan King had it made with emerald stones because they match the color of your eyes,” a young servant said enthusiastically, her voice filling the room as she adjusted the tiara on my head. “You’re so beautiful. Your black hair, styled like this with the tiara, makes you even more stunning. Our Alpha is lucky to have such a beautiful mate!”

Together they raise him and as he had been born under the extremely rare Super Blue Blood Full Moon; the Violet Moon a very powerful moon forming the sub-royal bloodline - Deimos ------ Being the first Vampire King of the sub-royal bloodline of Deimos, Nicodemus took a chosen Vampire Queen to strengthen the kingdom. However, five hundred years after taking his chosen Queen, King Nicodemus found his true beloved in the small delicate form of Silvia, his now-of-age, powerful but personal DemonShifter slave.

And I, in my ultimate defeat, find a hollow sort of peace. Trapped in the void, I’m startled when different visions flicker to life before me. Three thrones appear, each bathed in its own distinct hue—emerald green, deep crimson, and royal blue. On each throne sits a young king, their features strikingly familiar, and yet not. It’s as though I’m watching a play with characters I should recognise but don’t.

It was more like overwhelming pride as she held a newly forged crown. It was made from the blackened iron of my father’s ring, woven together seamlessly, with the silver steel of the North. She lowered it onto my head. “ I present to you,” Vane’s booming, gravelly voice echoed over that silent courtyard “Elara. The Pureblood. The Curse Breaker. The Queen of Two Realms ! ” The unified army dropped to one knee, in this synchronized wave of reverence that felt too perfect to be real.

Draven stepped behind her silently. The air practically crackled when he moved. The hybrid had the magic of four different bloodlines racing through his veins: dragon, wolf, vampire, and wizard. It was no wonder older Arcanists warned students about rubbing shoulders with the Interregnum breeding program. But Draven was here to help us stop them. I descended the last step of the staircase. The relic chamber yawned open beneath our feet like some gaping maw. The ceiling towered overhead inside the circular chamber. Pillars of ancient stone reinforced the roof, runic elemental symbols burning brightly along their sides, supporting the university building above us. In the center of the room sat

Beads of sweat started forming on my forehead and I knew what was coming next. Before I could even name it, the hunger came. It was so intense and I thought I could lose my mind. Vampires drink blood. And I am a vampire. Not just an ordinary vampire but a cursed one. I get this insatiable hunger when midnight strikes and I couldn't control myself. But I don’t understand why I am having the feeling now when it’s not yet midnight. I looked at the girl in front of me, wearing a worried look on her face. Her name’s Annalise, a new student. And if she doesn’t run away right now, she’d be my victim.

The Lunacrown Thistle. It glows faintly silver, delicate petals crowned with spines tipped in violet. I take one step forward. And the desert blinks then instantly, I am no longer standing in the grove. I am in a throne room made of obsidian and starlight. Massive pillars rise around me, etched in symbols I have seen only once, in Inferno’s memories. At the foot of the throne, wolves kneel. Dozens. Hundreds. A crown rests in my hand. My hand!

Statues of twisted figures lined the path, their faces frozen in expressions of ecstasy or agony, I couldn't tell which. Then the palace came into view, and my breath caught. It was beautiful and terrible. Made of black glass or obsidian, it rose from the earth like a crown of thorns. Spires reached toward the twilight sky, and windows glowed with red light from within. The entire structure seemed to pulse, as if it were alive. "The Crimson Palace," the lead vampire announced with obvious pride. "Home of Lord Cassius, King of the Blood Court, Master of the Crimson Veil, Undying One."

I will keep it as a treasure,“ Migara replied with her eyes fixed on the young princess' ginger hair. It is no surprise that the witch wants to get her hands on Vivienne's hair. Everyone wanted to but no one except her parents touched her hair. Vivienne's ginger hair is unique and she's the only one who has that hair color among the four kingdoms. ”No. Certainly not. You can't have any fucking strand of....“ Vivienne cut Archer's sentence before he could even finish it. ”If I say yes, will you conceal my identity? Can you really make the people won't recognize me?“