Crown Of Midnight Audiobook Novels & Stories

And me, well I tried to hold in my laughter, but it slipped out. I checked the time and saw that it was almost time to get ready and leave, so I quickly ate all the food. Orion did clean up after me, while Crown lounged about. Before anyone could get comfortable, Crown received a call. His expression changed a bit, but he got up and answered his phone anyways. “I better get up and get ready,” I said. As I walked to my bedroom, I was thinking about Crown. What exactly does he do? Who is he? He seems to be quite mysterious. When I was about to close my door, I heard Crowns voice rise in a commanding tone. I froze.

“Today, Calliyah and I are excited to share with you our research on the Enchanted Moonflower, a flower steeped in mystery and legend.” “The Enchanted Moonflower,” Calliyah continued, “is a nocturnal bloom that only unfurls its petals under the soft glow of the full moon. Its ethereal beauty is enhanced by its shimmering silver petals, which seem to dance in the moonlight, casting a spell of enchantment on those who behold it.”

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

He just pissed me off making my blood boil. I prepared a lecture I would give Justin before dropping the ‘you’re in charge’ bit. In the throne room for a second I believed he would mark my neck… The window cast a moonbeam in the hall illuminating the walls. I felt the magic there. The summer Solstice was approaching.

My heart is the only thing rushing in my ears. At last, The head Priest motions for the maid. She carries the pillow that holds the crown. The crown bears Nochten's bat and moon sigil. I feel my eyes tear up as I see it come over. “I bestow upon you the Empire of Nochten.” The Head Priest lifts the crown off the pillow, and I bow my head. His hands tremble from age as he lowers them, but at once, I can feel the weight in both my ears and my heart as I hear the final words. “I announce you as the ruler of Nochten,”

“The second seal has cracked. Memory wakes. Blood remembers. The crown stirs beneath the mountain.” “Congratulations. You used many creepy words and answered nothing.” A hiss moved through the rogues outside. Not anger. Amusement. Great. Apparently nightmare creatures enjoyed sarcasm. Love that journey for me. The rogue lowered its head farther. “The crown requires blood.” Damien snarled. “Do not listen to it.” I glanced back at him. “You have said that about basically every source of information in this house, and so far the evil notebook has been more forthcoming.”

Sharp enough to steal the air from my lungs. My eyes flew open as the connection deepened, unstable but insistent. Images flickered through my mind, too fast to hold at first, until one forced itself into clarity. The crown. Dark. Heavy. And then something beneath it. A flaw. Not something visible, not something physical, but something that could be felt through the echo itself. My breath caught. “There is a way,” I said, my voice low but intense. Every gaze snapped to me. “The crown can be overwhelmed.”

] I continue the orders. [If you see anything suspicious or need help, send it through the link.] "Crystalline, this war will be over if you just hand me your crown." Coro’s voice brings my attention back to him after the orders have been sent. Can see his cocky smile once again on his face as I scoff at his words. I will not be giving my Crown to him willingly. “If you want my Crown so badly, then you will have to take it from my dead body.” I shout back, letting out a low growl. I can see a flash of anger in his eyes as he stares at me, his cocky grin falling from his face.

Above, the sky remained absent, a void of swirling nothingness. And in the center of it all, suspended like a frozen ember, was the Hollow Crown. It no longer flickered, no longer wavered between existence and absence. It had settled. It had chosen. A pulse rippled outward. Rael staggered, the book searing against his palms. The ink within twisted violently, reforming into a single phrase: THE CROWN WAITS FOR ITS BEARER. His breath hitched. He looked up at the others, dread curling in his stomach. “It’s not over.”

Once, twice, it pulsed in perfect time with my wrist, the pale light radiating from it casting a thin line along the underside of his jaw. Aldren of Blackthorn looked down at his own throat, then back at me. For as long as it took to draw a single breath, those flat grey eyes betrayed something behind them—an emotion I would come to know very well in the years ahead but did not recognize at all that cold morning. “Ah,” he said softly. “What is that?” I demanded, my voice tight. “Give me your hand.” “Tell me what that is!” “It’s the Lycan Crown,” he said smoothly, “and it has been waking me at three in the morning for six long months, whispering a name that is not mine. Until three seconds ag