Novel & Cerita Crown Of Midnight

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

But such a wish was so close to be only a fleeting dream. The two then stood near the lake and just like what they said, it looked even more magical with the moon being reflected on the ice crystal. It seemed like it was trapped inside and its light gave another look of beauty at the flowers that would forever be in bloom. Just when she thought that they would enjoy the scenery with a comfortable silence over them, the king spoke as he brought out a small box. “For you,” he said, showing Emery a necklace that was as silver as the moon that night. “This might be the only chance I have to give this to you so… Take it.”

She had pinned her chestnut hair simply but neatly, and carried only a small candle to light her way. The corridors of Cresthaven at night were a different world—all shadows and whispers, the gilded frames and marble busts transformed into sentinels watching her passage with empty eyes. Twice she froze at the sound of footsteps, only to find the way mysteriously clear when she gathered the courage to continue. The bearer of this note will ensure the corridors are clear for your passage. The promise from the letter echoed in her mind, both reassuring and unsettling.

On the night when the moon was at its fullest, I washed away the disguise from my face, revealing my true, breathtaking appearance. Amid the howls of countless wolves, I stepped forward, one step at a time, ascending the path to the throne. Below the throne, Alpha Cael, High Priest Zephyr, and High Healer Lorian knelt on one knee, devoutly kissing the hem of my dress. I turned, looking out over the land I had conquered with my own hands. From this moment on, I was the one and only Alpha Queen of this world.

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.

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

A dead son. A throne that should’ve been his, given instead to his younger brother a man who’d been weak, emotional, easily manipulated. And when Aldric died under suspicious circumstances (poison, everyone whispered, though no one dared say it aloud), the crown had gone to Aldric’s boy. To Daemon, who was even weaker than his father, even more easily corrupted. Now, at three in the morning, with his knees aching against stone worn smooth by centuries of penitence, Marcus received the message.

Darkness rushed toward us. I raised the Unity Blade. The sword shattered. Again. But this time— the fragments didn't fall. They floated around me. Silver. Black. Glowing. Then they formed a crown. A crown of silver and darkness. It descended slowly toward my head. Selene screamed. “Lyra, don't let it touch you!” I tried to move. I couldn't. Ronan grabbed me. The crown continued descending. Malachar shouted, “Destroy it!” Ronan raised his sword.

"I cannot today, sweetheart. I have to go with your mum to meet her friend. But maybe tomorrow we can go together. The three of us." "Promise." He hesitated. "Promise." Luna nodded as if a contract had been signed. Rosa came in to collect her. Luna kissed Seraphina on the cheek. She offered her cheek to Damien, who kissed it carefully like he had been handed something made of glass. Then Luna and Rosa left for the museum, and the kitchen went quiet. Catalina arrived at seven. She wore a long camel coat and dark gloves. Her hair was pinned back tightly. Her eyes had the look of someone preparing to walk into a difficult room.