Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

This time, not even the bone was left. Panic spread through the crowd like wildfire, and they bolted in every direction. The Haunts sliced through the air, stronger than ever. One icy blast and down went the masses. By the time they caught on, the city was boiling over like water in a sizzling frying pan. It was total chaos! On TV, the show went on. Mom was there, hugging my unrecognizable brother, calling me out for my so-called crimes. She accused me of being a witch, a con artist preying on people's wallets.

I ignored them completely and looked straight at Violet. "Ms. Neel, you still have time to admit you're wrong. Otherwise, when this blows up in your face, it's going to hurt." Violet clearly believed I was just like her, another fake trying to bluff her way through. She lazily pulled out a black card and flicked it onto the desk in front of me. "Name your price." A gasp rippled through the crowd. "That's the unlimited black card, right? If Violet's not the real heiress, I'll eat my own words."

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

But the sight that met me only made things worse. The ceiling was high, the crown molding elegant, with gold-tinted detailing that looked far too expensive for any hotel I could afford. Velvet curtains filtered sunlight through soft golden threads, casting gentle patterns on the white marble floor. Everything screamed luxury—way beyond the usual bachelorette suite I thought I’d booked with Kendra.

But I remember your words so clearly now. Crysler, this time, everyone will know who is more powerful? And who deserves the position of the leader of the pack. It was never about power, Crysler, I loved you so much! And I thought you loved me, you cared for me. When I saw you with that girl, I didn't believe it. But you made it about power. Crysler, you chose power over your love. Lucy was right!!! She said you were The Wicked Alpha. And you proved it very well!!!

A small golden compartment had opened in the wall. Inside was a single object. A crown. But it wasn't an ordinary crown. It was divided into three sections. Gold. Silver. Black. The Guardian whispered: “The Crown of Choice.” The First King immediately moved toward it. “Don't touch it!” Aria reached it first. The moment her fingers touched the crown, the chamber went silent. The crown disappeared. Aria gasped. “Where did it go?” The First Guardian looked at her hand. A new mark had appeared on her palm.

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

“Isn’t it magnificent? Think of all the eligible gentlemen inside—earls, dukes, perhaps even foreign princes!” “And one crown prince,” their father added pointedly, his stern gaze fixed on Priscilla. “Remember why we are here.” Isabelle gazed up at the palace—an imposing monolith of white marble and vast windows that reflected the late afternoon sun like a thousand watching eyes. Towers ascended toward the heavens, and intricate stone carvings adorned every cornice and column. It was beautiful, yes, but beautiful in the way a bird of prey was beautiful— magnificent and terrifying in equal measure.

was all Anberine said as she focused on her work. Frowning but nodding Perceval walked out the room silently while Helga ran after him with a skip in her step, knowing that they were going to achieve their goal of overthrowing the king was going to be a reality. Plus enchanting the prince to do their dirty work was only a bonus in their book given how much of a tyrant he was even towards their friend. Besides there wasn’t much of a cure for the ‘curse’ so they were golden as long as the one who enchants him stays alive for as long as possible... or they could just get rid of him once they were finished with him.

When Vexon stood up, I was so nervous. A blonde guy brought a crown. All gasped as its beauty; it was full of diamonds and ruby stones. I was awestruck at the marvelous crown. "I designed this crown for my Mafia Gladiolus Queen. It has ruby stones in it, which would represent that she's the only queen of the ling. And she has every right on him," Vexon breathed out and took the crown. I was so surprised. He put the crown on my head. "And I want to say, my queen, you look so beautiful. My eyes never left you, ever since I saw you. I love you," Vexon confessed, which instantly melted my heart.