Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

The two left together from the stairs and looked left and right. “The golden crown. They said it was a cursed crown, so no one dared to steal it,” Vivian answered him. She turned to the right while pointing a finger. “Here. No one approaches the crown because of fear. It is said that if you stare at the crown, you will lose your mind. That happened once to a student.”

she informed while forming the another magic to her. A glazing fire rush to her crown, but it wasn’t effective enough to get really burned. The red pearls on it was trying to turn into a shield for this crown comes from the ritual that keep the strength of their royalty secure. “So, were you really curing the people who are deadly sick?” The woman asked while getting a close pace to her. She suddenly get her crown that she slowly picked all the pearls on it.

And the Tourmaline Brotherhood pressed on her a crown wrought in the shape of a three-headed dragon; the coils were yellow gold, the wings silver, the heads carved from jade, ivory, and onyx. The crown was the only offering she'd kept. The rest she sold, to gather the wealth she had wasted on the Pureborn. Xaro would have sold the crown too-the Thirteen would see that she had a much finer one, he swore-but Dany forbade it. "Viserys sold my mother's crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen." And so she did, though the weight of it made her neck ache.

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.