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Chapter 1 - Title:Shattered Crown

Genre:Dark Fantasy/psychological Thriller Novel

CHARACTERS:

 Elara Veyne:

Once a healer, now a wielder of fire.

She carries kindness in her voice and fury in her veins. The ring she wears hums with ancient power—dormant no more. Elara walks a path she never asked for, toward a fate only the flames understand.

Liam Carter

A blade born from shadows, a soul carved by scars.

Raised in the cold arms of an orphanage, Liam learned early how to survive and how to hide. But the ring chose him. Its fire speaks to something deep inside him, something even he fears. And in the silence, something… listens back.

Aria Blake(Deceased)

A name whispered like a warning.

She once walked beside Liam as a friend, but the world bent her into something cruel. Ambition burned away her love, leaving only ash. She fell in the Hollow, her body lost—but not her voice. It still echoes.

Damien Voss

A man without a crown, but with the hunger of a king.

Damien does not chase power—he waits for it to fall. Always watching. Always planning. He believes in chaos as the true ruler of men. And he has not yet played his final card.

Vaeroth, The Mind Breaker

It wears no skin, only voices.

An ancient demon who feeds on thought, on fear, on regret. It waits beyond the final gate, buried beneath the world. It wants the rings. It wants Liam. And it is very, very patient

Prologue – The Three Rings

Long before kingdoms rose and fell, before stars were named, three rings were forged in fire not of this world.

One was meant to protect.

One was made to destroy.

And the last... to control them both.

But time is a cruel thief.

History forgot the rings. The world moved on. And the power that once shaped empires became buried beneath dust and silence.

Until now.

In a fractured land torn between warlords and whispered myths, the rings have awakened—choosing new bearers. Not kings. Not heroes.

But broken people.

People like Elara and Liam.

Bound by destiny. Hunted by nightmares. And watched by something ancient that stirs in the dark.

The rings are waking.

SHATTERED CROWN — PART 1: The Ring and the Ruin Chapter 1 — The Haunting

Liam Carter stood at the edge of the rooftop, the city lights sprawled beneath him like a circuit board. Rain slicked his black coat, and thunder echoed behind glass towers.

To the world, he was a ghost in a suit—a ruthless billionaire, a tech mogul, untouchable.

But the ring on his finger told another story.

It pulsed again—hot, rhythmic. Like it remembered something he didn't.

And tonight, it had taken something from him.

Her name was Wynna.

She thought Liam was the man sent to kill her. He never got the chance to explain otherwise. Not when the bullet came from behind, meant for him.

She shoved him aside, and the shot pierced her chest.

Her blood stained his hands.

"You're… not him?" she had whispered.

"No. I'm sorry—"

But it was too late.

He held her until her breath vanished.

And the ring burned hotter than ever.

He didn't know why the ring had drawn him there. Or why it reacted every time someone died near him.

But this wasn't the first death. And something in the shadows wanted more.

Across the sea, in a forgotten temple swallowed by frost, Elara Vennhart dreamt of fire.

Not flame—a crown made of it.

She awoke gasping, her fingers curled around the silver ring that hadn't been there the night before.

And somewhere, something whispered her name.

In a hidden chamber far below the capital, Aria Blake watched a thousand candles flicker in a circle.

She ran her finger over the rusted page of a book written in blood and bone.

She remembered Liam—his screams in the orphanage. His broken hands. His loyalty.

"He thinks I died there," she murmured. "He thinks I was weak."

Behind her, a figure stood. Silent. Collared in chains that burned runes into his skin.

Damien Voss. Her weapon.

"You'll bring him to me," she told him. "And when he begs for death, you'll show him what mercy means."

The past wasn't dead.

It was waking.

Piece by piece.

Ring by ring.

And the world would burn for what it forgot.

The fire had a name.

And it was coming home.

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