Crown Of Midnight Series の小説・ストーリー

She allows me time to relax before placing the crown on my head. I close my eyes to fully focus on the powers of the crown. I connect to it like my second heart. Its eye gives me clear sight when I should be seeing darkness. I look anywhere I want, including closed rooms miles away. "Focus on the valleys of Shadowmoon pack. That is where the idiots are hiding slaves," Rowena's voice guides. The crown's eyes take me to the valleys as soon as I think of them. It appears that the rebel lords had gathered their witches. A thick, purple mist swirls around the valleys, designed to hide the thousands of slaves they still hold in the caves below.

Carved from pure white stone. Moonlight—despite the prison being deep underground—poured down from above, illuminating its surface. At its center rested a single object. A crown. It wasn't made of gold. Or silver. It appeared to be woven entirely from strands of living moonlight. The moment Nova saw it... The mark on her wrist flared brilliantly. The crescent pendant crafted by Lysandra glowed. The Guardian crystal around her neck answered. Every piece of ancient magic in the chamber awakened at once.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Then, with a groan, the iron door shifted, revealing a stairway spiraling into darkness. They descended cautiously. What awaited them wasn’t a chamber of secrets but a sanctuary—untouched by war, sealed away from time. Candles burned eternally on the walls, enchanted flames flickering blue and silver. In the center of the room stood a pedestal bearing a single object: A crown. But not just any crown. This one was forged of blackened silver and crimson stone—its aura commanding, regal, and foreboding. Aria’s breath caught in her throat. “The Crown of Eldara.”

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

I shook my head, too confused to speak. “Because the last time a lunar eclipse appeared here, something extraordinary happened. A bond formed between two wolves, marked by the moon herself. We call it "Midnight's Mark". It has not appeared in one hundred and twenty-three years. Most think it’s legend, but I saw it when I was young.” My mouth felt dry. “What kind of bond?” “The truest kind, a mate bond chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, marked on the skin at the eclipse’s peak. Those who bear it are destined for each other, their souls matched perfectly. Such bonds appear only when the pack needs them most.”

"They're announcing themselves." Well, that was somehow worse. What a horrible way to make an entrance. An hour later, the sanctuary sat under lockdown torches lined the halls. Guards patrolled every corridor, rain hammered the roof like impatient fists. "I hate this." Cinthye begins and walking in circles. "Noted," Damien said. "I'm serious." "So am I." She stopped. "Who are the Black Crown?" Damien exchanged a look with Aurelio. The old man sighed."A ghost." "Helpful."

he breathed, barely audible. I knew. “Joëlle,” I said, my voice steadier now despite everything. “Joëlle Seraphine Nerezza.” The name settled around her like it had always belonged there. Dragon and vampire. There was something old in her presence. Something that didn’t feel fragile in the slightest. I barely had time to register it before the third wave hit. Stronger than the last two combined. “Last one,” the midwife said quickly. “You’re almost there.”

“Truth destabilizes kingdoms.” Aera stepped closer. “Then maybe it deserves to be destabilized.” ⸻ The Crown’s Echo That night, Aera dreamed. She stood before the divided crown—three arcs hovering in the air. Two glowed faintly. The third remained dark. A voice whispered: Find the others. She woke with her sigil blazing. Not reacting. Calling. ⸻ Elsewhere A hooded figure knelt in candlelight. “The Crown is waking,” they said. Another voice answered, calm and cold.