Romans & histoires Crown Of Midnight Series

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

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 darkness above us gathered together, forming an enormous black circle. Within it appeared an image of a crown. But it was not made of gold. It looked like bone and shadow, with a single pale stone in its center. “The Crown of the First Blood,” she said. “It was created before Silvermoon, before the packs, before the prophecy was written. Whoever wears it becomes the bridge between light and darkness.” I stared at the crown. “And you want me to wear it?” “I want you to survive what comes next.” “That isn't an answer.”

As she continued, her eyes landed on the man who's besides her. She saw the crown prince leaning on the wall in the window, he's holding a book that in seconds will fall to the ground and he's sleeping. She removed the comforter on her and gently moved her feet out of the bed. She notices that she's wearing a white sleeping dress, it's not a big deal who changes her clothes because she knows that Deimos will never do that. She stood up carefully not to wake Deimos up and get the books he's holding. She tiptoed towards him, she extended her hand and she was about to get the book when it was too late because the book had already fallen.

I looked up sharply. “There’s more?” “The attacks happened simultaneously.” Okay no. Absolutely not. “That’s impossible,” grandfather said immediately. “Exactly,” Jack agreed nervously. “Every Rico location across America went down within the exact same ten minute window.” Silence exploded through the office afterward. Because realistically? That level of coordination shouldn’t exist. Not even for the Greys. Not even for the Fisher Hales. Unless— My thoughts stopped abruptly. Jayden. The glowing eyes. The impossible DNA reports. A cold feeling settled heavily inside my chest.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

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.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

Elektra hugged Avyanna fiercely and sobbed into her hair. “ That was a terrible one”. “Elektra, I'm fine. Those demons will never mess with me again. They have tasted a few of my flames and I don't think coming back will be in their dictionary.” Time flew, and it was already 7. p.m. The girls began to do their make-up. Avyanna decided that tonight Midnight would shimmer like stars in the sky. She applied delicately mild makeup on her face. Avyanna decorated her eyelids with silver and glossed up her lips. It gave her an angelic look. Her gray eyes stood out and plump pink lips bubbled and shimmered.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.