Novel & Cerita Crown Books For Young Readers

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

The only thing she got from the books she read was the history of the protectors of the empire – the 12 knights and the royal army’s prominent leaders. The 12 knights were appointed loyal, disciplined, and great warriors meant to protect the emperor and overlook the military activities of the royal army. Hence, their symbol was the eagle. The royal army, who looked after the entire empire, had the symbol of a shield and a pair of swords forming an ‘x’. Nothing about the protectors under the panther symbol was ever mentioned. “Could they be some sort of secret organization?” That was the only speculation Emery could think of. Lost in her thoughts for a while, she did not notice that she, too,

While the grand duke’s protection offered some hope, it also made her wonder about her place in his home. Once in the Library room, Elen was pleasantly surprised to see it filled with books. Despite her earlier worries about forbidden books, she couldn’t help but feel excited. The grand duke’s servant brought some old books to the table, and Elen eagerly flipped through them, searching for any mention of fairies and silver werewolves. “Please call if you need anything, my lady,” the servants said before leaving the library. “Thank you,” Elen replied and began to read the books.

The return itself had already made a statement. And the school was listening. The main hall of Obscura Arcanum was never truly quiet. Even in winter. Voices echoed off vaulted stone ceilings. Footsteps layered in overlapping rhythms as students carried trunks toward their respective houses. The banners overhead shifted faintly in the air currents, Everley’s deep blue and silver nearest the eastern stair, Hawthorne’s forest green toward the west, Nerezza’s dark crimson lining the shadowed corridor, and the gold-threaded black of Aurelian hanging alone near the center like a reminder of something reclaimed.

"Though the hour is irregular, and the council's business.." "The council's business is treason." The room went quiet. "Conspiracy against the crown. And the systematic removal of anyone who stood in the way of it." He let it land. Watched Morgana's expression shift just a flicker before settling back into composure. "You have evidence of this?" she asked. "Or is this the distraction we were warned to expect?" Warned. He filed the word. Daemon reached into his coat and withdrew the list Rowan had given him. He didn't unfold it. He held it so they could see it existed, so they could wonder whose names it held.

The air was alive with the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze, adding to the sense of adventure. As they walked, they encountered their first challenge—a riddle carved into a tree trunk. “What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees, up, up it goes, and yet never grows?” Calliyah read aloud, furrowing her brow in concentration. Esmeray thought for a moment before a light bulb went off in her head. “It’s a mountain!” she exclaimed. “Mountains have roots underground, they’re taller than trees, and they reach up into the sky.”

Others lifted their heads toward the ceiling as their voices echoed in raw celebration. My throat tightened painfully. Tears burned behind my eyes. Not weakness. Pride. Overwhelming, unstoppable pride. Then came the crowns. Ancient heirloom crowns were brought forward—massive compared to their tiny heads, crafted from silver and lined with protective runes carved by ancestors long gone. Each crown shimmered beneath the torchlight, heavy with history and power. One by one, the elders gently lowered the crowns above each child—not resting fully on their heads yet, but hovering symbolically above them.

Just like that, fabric unfurled like waves, lifting coffins out of the ground as if like a magic trick. One by one, infant spirits broke free from their wooden prisons. I pointed at them, then back at Jim. "See them? Some never got to talk, some never even saw the world. They're just like you, trapped between life and death. In seven days, this place will be as spooky as it gets. Are you in? Will you fight with me, even if it's to the death?"

** Did I want the crown? Yeah, right. A crown, a crow, and a crocodile—I had seen a picture of that in a book. Think big! I want it all! Funny. I was brought up to know that the crown meant responsibility, and it didn’t give you crap, it only took things away. But Rudolph and Abigail, they weren’t king and queen, not really. Just children who had finally gotten their hands on new toys and played with them while stuffing their mouths with cake. And like most children, they were stupid, cruel, and clueless. But was that a reason enough to overthrow them? There had been worse rulers.

Crimson collected the book from her hand. "Your hands not reaching your ears means that you are still very young and not allowed to start reading love stories so from now you are only allowed to read books like Cinderella, frozen, Moana, Alex in the Wonderland and other Disney stories apart from that, no William Shakespeare books until your hands can reach your ears okay." Crimson said. "But why? I don't want to read that, they are so boring." Pearl pouted.