The Liar's Crown Novels & Stories

The letters were uneven, rushed, and old, but they struck me with the force of my mother’s voice. My little wolf, if you find this crown, then every lie has failed to keep you small. My vision blurred. Conri stepped closer but said nothing. Bardolph’s pain flickered through the bond, but he held himself silent. I kept reading. This crown is not proof that you must rule. It is proof that you were born free before men wrote contracts over your name. My breath shook. The crown warmed in my hands, and the hidden power beneath the red stones seemed to listen.

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 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

Just the bond that burned between us like it was forged in the marrow of stars. After, when he wrapped himself around me, scenting me until I was soaked in him, he whispered, “I’ll find a way. I swear it. I’ll tear the crown from my own head before I let you go again.” I wanted to believe him. But as I lay there, cocooned in his warmth, I couldn’t stop the cold thought crawling through my mind like a shadow. A crown made of lies will always cut the one who dares to wear it.

She stopped, breath hitching, and Roman shifted—close, not touching, his presence steady—and she hated how much she wanted to collapse into him, let him catch her, because she was breaking, and he was there. Lila’s face crumpled—tears mixing with rain, streaking dirt—as she dropped to her knees, hands twisting in her lap. “I know,” she whispered, voice splintering, “I know what he said—what I let him say—but I didn’t die, Sienna. I couldn’t stay. I was… I was a wreck, hooked bad—pills, then needles—and Dorian, he said I’d drag you down, said you’d never make it with me around.” She choked on a sob, head bowing, and Sienna’s chest burned—anger, hurt, a betrayal too deep to name—because Dorian