Novel & Cerita Crown Of Midnight

she raises an eyebrow, confirming my suspicions silently as I think of the calling tune the crown had sung. “Ha,” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, feeling my face grow red, “-you could say that.” “It doesn’t surprise me,” Cassandra chuckles, “-It was made by a Marsilla so it’s riddled with pure magic. No wonder your presence sparked the remaining slithers of power hidden inside of it. I’m rather disappointed now. I’m afraid you beat me to what I was hoping would be a rather big surprise. That crown is the very one Emmeline wore. It was recovered after the Blue Moon Castle was destroyed. Technically, it belongs to you. My intention was to take you down after this meeting and present you

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

“Everyone, in your positions. At exact midnight, we will strike.” The royal soldiers scampered away from their original positions and went in different directions as if to surround the camp of their enemies. That night was rather bright with the full moon shining up in the cloudless sky. It was an advantage for Emery’s team but it was also a risk since some of the enemies were also on the lookout for possible attacks.

A shawl, a ring and blood. What was he using these items for? Aemond was involved in dark magic. One way or another, I could see this. That's why he was often so evil. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and I picked myself up from the chair, hiding the scarf and ring box under my shirt and then putting the vial in my pocket. The door opened before I could get to it. It was a guard. “Miss Mia, it's you. What are you doing here?”

I turned my head slightly and looked at him, my expression relaxed but my eyes sharp enough to remind him exactly who he was talking to. “Make sure the whole world knows,” I continued slowly, every word deliberate, “that the queen of the business world and the ruler of the underworld is pregnant.” I paused just long enough for it to sink in. “And that she is getting married to Jacob Grey.” Silence. Beautiful, confused silence. Timmy just stood there staring at me like I had just told him the sky was green. “Married… boss?” he finally asked, his voice uncertain. “She doesn’t even know how the pregnancy came about… and the fact that it’s yours…”

A sleek black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, its tires cruelly splashing a wave of muddy water from a puddle, soaking me to the skin. The car door swung open, and Nolan stepped out, his bodyguards forming a tight circle around him. His eyes locked onto the urn cradled in my arms, and for a moment, he froze, then his face twisted with anger. "Lena was right. You're really going all out with this charade, even getting yourself an urn to play the part in this rain!" He grabbed the urn from me and hurled it to the ground. I felt a surge of rage. Ignoring the pain racking my body, I dove for the urn and, thankfully, caught it just in time.

Every major kingdom had been summoned to the Summit of the Twelve Alphas … the first gathering since my awakening had shaken the world. Cassian read the guest list aloud, steady, until his jaw locked around one name. “Blackthorn Kingdom.” Silence. Every eye in the room found me. I smiled instead of flinching … slow, calm, a little dangerous, even to my own ears. “Good. I’m tired of hiding.” ⸻ They opened the treasury that afternoon and drew the Moon Crown out from beneath centuries of sealed magic … a crown that had rejected every ruler who’d dared reach for it, its silver surface cold enough to fog the glass case around it.

“Downstairs—go!” Before Sienna could move, a shape burst through the archway—tall, hooded, ski mask swallowing everything but a flash of eyes. He swung a crowbar, smashing a vase into a spray of white shards. Sienna’s heart skipped, then she bolted for the stairs, Roman on her heels. Another figure loomed, blocking Vivienne—she let out a scream, raw and wrong, nothing like her usual ice. “Vivienne!” Sienna yelled, twisting back, but Roman’s hand clamped her wrist, dragging her up the steps.

At the center stood a structure that made the breath catch in Aria’s throat. A crown. Not a symbol. Not ceremonial. Real. Forged of black metal veined with gold, suspended above a stone pedestal by nothing at all. It hovered, unmoving, humming with restrained power. Damien swore quietly. “That’s not possible,” Serel whispered. “The Crown is above us.” Aria shook her head. “That’s a shadow. An anchor.” She stepped forward before anyone could stop her. The air shifted immediately. The hum deepened. The symbols flared brighter, casting jagged light across the chamber walls. Aria’s skin prickled, every instinct screaming both warning and recognition.

I screamed, light erupting from my eyes, my skin fracturing into silver lines. Everything disintegrated—the city, the army, Kael’s curses, Auren’s voice—until there was only that one truth pulsing through the mark: The Crown is broken. Long live the Queen. Then, silence. And darkness swallowed everything.