Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

Lady Zari continues, her voice gaining strength, “the reason your son, the Crown Prince, has not yet returned to the capital is because this woman used magic on him. She seduced him.” Gasps echo from every corner. The King’s face goes completely white, then flushes with rage. Even Magnus Blackwood looks shocked. But none of them look as shocked as I feel. “Wh–what?” I stammer, my voice barely audible through the nobles’ murmuring. “I don’t even know the Crown Prince. How could I possibly seduce him?” Lady Zari’s smile is cold and triumphant. “Oh, but you do know him, don’t you? This scheming little shifter had high ambitions, Your Majesty. She tracked down the Crown Prince during his mission

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 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.

said king Charles with a serious expression . " I shall do everything in my hand to make sure that the vampire clan of the Windsor , and the other clans leave in peace and harmony . I shall make sure that humans are to be negotiated with and to not be fought with . I shall rule upon both the human and vampire land with utmost responsibility . " said Eskylrious with a serious tone . " You , Eskylrious Windsor , shall now be crowned , leader of the vampires . May your reign last for thousands of years ! " said king Charles and placed the vampire crown made from gold , white gold , rubies , diamonds and dark gold .

the witch said. “And?” I asked, “Say what you have to say.” The three witches look at each other. Nerves visible in their porcelain faces. “A crown,” the witch said as she lowered her head. Frowning, I throw them a questioning look. What crown were they speaking of? “Have you heard about the Ruby Crown?” The witch asked. I shake my head. I had never heard of a Ruby Crown. I didn’t understand where they were going with this. Letting them know they could continue. I watch as they take a seat.

He reached out, holding up the delicate, glowing pink flower crown he had just woven. "I made this for you," Jack said proudly, rising slightly on his toes to try and place it on Marcus’s head. Marcus let his dark brown irises flash into the Silver Mirror for a fraction of a second, completely neutralizing the latent Seduction Magic woven into the petals, before letting Jack rest the crown on his short, dark hair. The image was completely absurd—a towering, heavily scarred, hyper-masculine heavyweight fighter wearing a glowing pink flower crown. But Marcus didn't take it off. He didn't even blink.

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

“So this is the witch. The very one responsible for the mess in Crownshaven. I must say, I expected… more.” “She was more,” Varen said lazily. “Before I stripped her of every ounce of magic.” Corvin turned to him, “Dominic struggled with her for weeks, and you captured her in a single night? My, my. Perhaps Crownshaven needed new leadership after all.” Varen didn’t reply and just stood there with his arms folded, letting the silence speak for itself. My heart thudded painfully. “He really did it… he actually overthrew Dominic.” I felt sick and immediately dizzy.

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."