Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Standing there after basically going all Warrior Goddess on the crowd, we continued with the ceremony. Killian gave Rian my biological mother’s crown, which was a Baroque black diamond tiara, giving off Gothic vibes for sure. In the middle of the crown was the face of a wolf, with two rubies for eyes. It was truly a work of art, and I was so lucky that it was able to be saved. I bowed in front of Rian, so he could put the crown on my head, and once that was done, I stood up straight. Throwing my shoulders back and lifting my chin up, wanting to show the shifter kingdom that I was strong, fierce, and not to be fucked with.

I kept my chin tucked down, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing the tears in my eyes. "What do you need me to do, Princess?" "Brenda, bring the box," Vivian ordered, ignoring my question as she reached back to adjust the lace on her shoulder. The head maid rushed forward, holding a heavy, velvet-lined box. Inside the box sat a massive, glittering tiara made of solid white gold, packed with heavy diamonds that looked like shards of ice. It was the ancestral crown of the WhiteWolf Luna. It was the very same crown Dominic’s mother had worn on her wedding day.

The human lines were being shoved aside, replaced by something sharper, hungrier. “That scratch wasn’t just a cut,” David said, voice trembling. He looked terrified. “It was an injection. Catherine’s secret notes call this thing ‘The Crown.’ It’s a virus. It turns a person into a signal. Into a Queen.” A chill hit Maya, dropping straight into her gut. “A Queen? Dad, I skate. I’m not some monster leader.”

Finally, I will take my throne as the next Queen of the Wiccans. This time, I will make sure Annabelle tells me Romeo's location. If Romeo refuses to accept me as his mate, it won't be difficult to kill him. My curse weakens his strength, that I know. I can be crowned as Queen of the Werewolves with Sebastian as my King. To my surprise, the Wiccan Council members were not at the castle when I returned. Instead of waiting, I stiffly took my battered self home to recover before setting up another meeting with them to show proof of the item I had successfully snatched from the vampire.

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

bad because I could see then expressions changing from laughter they went into remorse they knew what was coming for them was inevitable because I I’m the undisputed queen of the supernatural. “What is that crown, I know it’s an illusion, it is practically impossible for anyone to get this crown for centuries and centuries witches have been working hard to get a crown like this from the serpent but every time they were denied so why would he gift you crown like this it is impossible specially to you an abomination of naturenature”, Luke practically screamed at me and all I could do was smile and savor the taste of terror that has appeared on their faces, I got back up on my feet and sudden

LUCIEN'S POV One of the ancient ones approached the altar and knelt before Daisy. In its hands was a crown made of black metal and red jewels. The Crown of Dominion. But like the staff, it had been transformed by dark magic. Instead of silver light, it radiated shadows. "Your crown, my lady," the ancient one said. Daisy took the crown and placed it on her head. The moment it touched her skin, the entire world seemed to shift. The air became thick and hard to breathe. The temperature dropped so fast that frost began forming on the castle windows.

He seems to be in pain and I wish I can soothe the ache but he has to go through this to get what he desires the most. Sir Wicker picks up the crown–a modern circlet of platinum and silver, embedded with the ancient lunar stone at its center. He moves towards Damian, the last step to seal his position as Alpha. “With the power invested in me as the grand Warlock of Cryptid, I hereby proclaim Damian Crypthil as—” “Stop right there!!” a thundering voice bursts through the hallway and the lights are turned on at once. Whispers and murmurs of confusion fill the air and I squint, trying to adjust my vision to the sudden brightness.

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.