Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

The most beautiful crown I ever saw. It was made of gold with petite sapphires encrusted all over it. "I made this for your mother, but now I am pleased that you will be the one to wear it." I could feel the mixed emotions in my father's voice, and I wished that my mom was here today. "I, Giovanni Ricci, crown you Amaya Ricci as the Queen of werewolves Kingdom. May your reign last forever!" he said, placing the crown on my head and holding his hand for me to take.

The demand in Miko’s voice is final. “Miko, They have a three-tiered system vault. This crown is probably kept within the inner vault that requires a nine-digit key code. Even the best couldn’t crack that in the less than thirty seconds it will take to set off the alarms.” “The Shadow Witch wants the crown. He tasked us with the job. Hence, it's your time for you to shine, Swift. That is if you don’t want me leaking information about your boy?” My head snaps up to glare daggers at him.

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

Just as they were about to leave the magical artifacts shop, Lily spotted the crown in a display case. "Alpha Alex, look! A princess crown!" She pressed her small hands against the glass, leaving smudges. The delicate crown sat on a velvet cushion behind enchanted glass, its white gold and diamonds catching the light. Ancient runes of power traced its edges, promising enhanced magic to its wearer. "Ten million dollars," Alexander read the price tag, his voice tight. The amount was more than the pack's entire monthly income. "No, Lily. The wand was already too expensive."

Professor Doyle's words kindled a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the desperate Mr. Rocha and the werewolf students around him. Wilson was the uncrowned king of the Veldtian werewolves, the true ruler of this land. Even Luminians had to show him some respect within Veldtia's territory. After all, it was an unspoken rule that an outsider shouldn't pick a fight with the king of the hill. "That's right! Alpha Wilson is on his way!" Mr. Rocha scrambled to his feet and shouted hoarsely, "I've activated the emergency transmitter. No matter how powerful you are, you can't cause trouble on Alpha Wilson's turf!"

"You are all witnesses to the three precious gifts that this kingdom received. These are the signs of prosperity. Hence, I declare to take Darina as part of our family. But the reason that I announced this, is to protect her from the tendency of marrying her off to another kingdom." The ministers started to murmur. It is what they dread that Queen Mariam would overrule the plans of the court and the kingdom's defenses. This does not help strengthen the military prowess and allegiance to other kingdoms. There's a knot from a neighboring country waiting to be tied with the vows of the Clapestri's Crowned Prince. By the prince they can peacefully conquer one country, but what country can they c

She had to keep her real feelings buried deep in the ground or else, she would be feeding those people who wanted her downfall with the reaction they anticipated from her. The wedding reception was held in the Whitmore Mansion. The entrance itself was adorned with roses of different colors. Stepping inside, they were greeted with opulent gold and silver accents. Sparkling chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm and romantic glow over the great hall. The walls were lined with luxurious silks draped in shades of ivory and cream, plus the waving flag of the Varmore Empire, which were complemented by the floral arrangements in shades of blush pink and soft lavender.