The Liar's Crown Novels & Stories

"He knew something about this crown. He spent whatever he had left carving it into rock for me. You are going to tell me what he knew, and you are going to tell me now, because I am done being protected from the truth of my own life." Carmen looked at the warning for a long moment, and then she gave me the last thing she had been keeping, and it was the heaviest of all. "The High Luna crown does not rule bonds," she said quietly. "That is the lie they teach. It does not command them from the outside. It takes them into itself. Into her. Every bond that passes through the crown's power passes through the woman wearing it." Her eyes were wet.

What's with that attitude, Victor? I looked at her and said, "You're appointing a man who was disbarred two years ago for a bribery scandal as the lead counsel for a cross-border merger. Is that how you show responsibility to your law firm, Ashley?" Eddie's eyes welled up right on cue. He lowered his head and softly whispered, "Forget it, Ashley. Mr. Wright clearly doesn't want me there, so I won't go. I don't want to be the reason you two fight."

The witch resurrected back the warlord through a passage door that was suddenly brought out from the magical mirror Lucy had stolen from her lover, Queen sekina. The skull and the heart joined together and the warlord appeared from a dark mist which had suddenly covered everywhere. He stood up naked from the circle with a staff in his hand and a crown on his head. He was clad in a long brown animal skin attire, covering his nude area just with a hand he stretched out .

I knelt in front of her, my hands gripping her face as I pressed my forehead against hers. "You're mine," I said, my voice raw. "No ancient law, no shadow princess, no cosmic bullshit will ever change that." "Yours," she agreed, her voice barely a whisper. "Only yours." The Void Crown materialized above the throne, hovering in midair like a promise. It was made of pure obsidian and silver, set with a single crimson jewel that pulsed with ancient power. The elders watched with hungry eyes as it descended toward Lilith's head.

We watched the goddess stand aside and hold without handling. We watched the seam forget to close. We thought: crowns make tyrants. Then remembered: chains make corpses. A fishwife with eel scars sniffed and shouted, “Feed her. She’s thin.” The courtyard laughed in relief disguised as common sense. Laughter softened to a hush. We listened. --- POV: Araya The ash crown warmed until it matched my pulse. Nytheria’s shadow sharpened the world's edges clean as truth. “A crown,” she said from the seam, velvet over stone. “Another chain. Will you wear it?”

The Hollow Crown sat in her hands like a living thing, It pulsed not with heat or cold, but with intention. It wanted to be worn. Not just by anyone but by her, Liora… or Nimara? She wasn’t sure anymore, All she knew was this: the moment she placed it on her head, the world would change Forever. The Council was in chaos, Some begged her to destroy the crown. Others swore loyalty before she’d even made her choice The lines were clear now: Liora’s world vs. Nimara’s truth.

It looked like something forged in hell. "I had it made for you," he said, eyes locked on mine. "Not some fragile princess crown. This is a weapon, like you. It cuts those who dare come close. It bleeds loyalty." "I... can't wear this." "You will." He stood, lifted the crown with both hands, and gently placed it on my head. Then leaned in and whispered against my lips, "Because tomorrow, when they all bow to the fake one—I'll bring the fire to the throne. And you'll rise from the ashes."

The Third Crown responded. Immediately. A vision flashed through his mind. Red skies. Infinite armies. Countless worlds. Countless wars. Then the vision vanished. Then: "Too many." Silence followed. Then Lily nodded. Then: "Then we get stronger." Simple. Direct. Very Lily. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then suddenly— the Third Crown activated. Again. Green light flashed across Thomas's eyes. Then he saw something. A lie. Nearby. Immediately.

"Two weeks ago, a case was brought before us, whereby Crinka, formerly introduced as Stormie, allegedly accused our Crown Prince of rape. Now we know better than to blindly believe the words of a werewolf, so we decided to investigate the matter, and I stand here today to tell you that this woman here is nothing but a liar and a cheat!" The crowd hurrayed. Izal shook his head. Sia's jaw clenched. Ruarc smiled and my blood chilled. I was a fool for thinking that they would paint a bad image of their Crown Prince. I'm not going to make it out of here alive, but if I do, I'd be goddamned lucky.

Tara smiled in her head “ Did you just become arrogant after hearing you are getting married? Let me disappoint you Tara, the prince you are marrying is a nobody like you. Do you know what they call him? The cursed prince, the nobody prince of Vampiria. And when the battle of the throne starts, you and your prince will be the first to die because he's not powerful. Don't be so proud because you are just being used as bait for the peace agreement between our Kingdoms, and it's also the easiest way to discard you out of our royal family ” Flora spoke with mockery “ Is that all? Are you done blabbing? ” Tara asked again and this time the two women gasped loudly as they couldn't believe Tara was