Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

the bearded elder cut in, his tone noticeably more careful than before. “Yes, this story about vampires and ghouls is far-fetched. No undead creature has set foot in our town for hundreds of years,” added a balding elder with a strained smile. “And that is only thanks to the witch Persia Hallow and her protective seals. Which, may I remind everyone in this room, three of those seals have already been broken—thanks to your negligence.” Another voice rang through the hall. A fresh wave of gasps swept across the room. Some of the elders drew in sharp breaths at the sting of those words.

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

The black velvet inside framed something bright pink. A plastic crown. Gabby’s pink glitter crown. For a moment, no one spoke. “MY CROWN!” Gabby screamed so loudly the tiny hammer in my head went back to working overtime. She reached for it with both hands. “Easy,” I said. Kendra picked up the crown first and inspected it. “Oh.” “What?” I asked. She turned it toward the light. The crown was clean. No chocolate smudges from Al’s hands. No dust from the grounds at Villa Miravento. The underside, which had been slightly sticky yesterday because Gabby once tried to repair it with lip gloss, wasn’t sticky anymore either.

I am Chief Witch and Queen, and she has no right to speak before me. I pursed my lips and went back to the bedroom, a little angry. Nuri is mine, and I will never let Azariah win. …… After dawn, the ceremony went on as planned. Compared with the coronation, it was a simple ceremony, but a lot warmer. I stood among the witches, enjoying their blessings, and then, in everyone's smile, took the crown of power. I have three crowns. The gold crown for the Queen, the crystal crown from Lowa, and the laurel crown for the chief witch.

Queen Amelia changes her soft features and faces the gathering once more and says, “With the placing of the Queen's crown on Emma’s head…” I jump slightly as Finn surprises me again as he walks up next to Amelia with a small rose gold crown set with lots and lots of red rubies. Finn steps forward and places the crown on my head and again I feel that slight wave of power flow through me, even though I am not sure why I kept feeling it. Amelia then continues, “People of the βρυκόλακας (Vrykolakas) kingdom, I would like to present to you your Crowned Queen Emma Mason and your Crowned Prince Adonis…”

The Crown floated above the throne. Silver light poured from it endlessly. The ancient voice thundered through the chamber. "The unworthy shall never rule." The words echoed everywhere. Malrik stared at the Crown. Hatred twisted his face. Years...he had spent years chasing power. Years hunting Ariana, years searching for the kingdom. And the Crown had rejected him with a single touch. --- Then something unexpected happened. The Crown turned toward Ariana and Orion. The silver glow intensified. The guardians immediately knelt once more.

The one who holds my hand when he is scared. "Give me the crown," Darius says. He moves closer to me. "The letter from the lawyer. The DNA proof. We will burn it together. You will go back to being my wife. My good wife. My obedient wife. No one gets hurt. No one needs to know." "What crown?" I ask him. He smiles. The same smile from this morning. From our wedding. From seven years of lies. "I know you are the Princess," he says. "I found you first. Before anyone else could. I made sure you stayed small. Stayed grateful. Stayed mine."

The one who had arrived was no mere envoy, but the ruler of the entire werewolf kingdom, the White Wolf Alpha King himself. Alexander and the elders hurried down from the platform, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty." "At ease." Father's voice carried across the square, steady and commanding. Then, he stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Alexander's eyes widened as his gaze locked onto me. I showed up in full ceremonial dress, but what I wore was not the dark-patterned Luna gown of the Greystone pack. Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty.

"No, I don't. However, I can't block your path. You're meant to be the queen of the Moretti family, not just the Romanos' Donna." I let out a soft laugh, bending down to kiss his scarred face, that jagged mark of his past. "Who says I'm going anywhere? I'll claim the Moretti name and keep the Romanos close. A queen and a Don… We're meant to rule together, right?" Wade's shock gave way to a broad grin, the most joyous I had seen in a decade. "Okay. If you want the world, I'll win it for you. In this life, you're my Donna, and I'm your blade. Till death do us part."

She was dripping down his balls, trembling on the edge of coming, with her brother just steps away. Alex opened the fridge. The light spilled into the living room, almost reaching them. Ethan’s cock throbbed inside her. He smiled darkly against her neck and slowly rocked his hips once… twice… pushing just a little deeper. Lila’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Would Alex turn around? Would he see his little sister impaled on his best friend’s thick cock? The fridge door started to close. To be continued…