Crown Of Midnight Series Novels & Stories

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.

The car doors swung open in unison, and a stream of figures in black poured into the banquet hall. Beneath their jackets, the subtle outlines of guns hinted at danger, a chill of menace in the air. A bodyguard with utmost respect opened the door of the central stretch limo. William Vincent, the iron-fisted ruler of Northland's shadowy corners, clad in a sleek black trench coat, walked over the glittering carpet of broken glass towards me. He was the man behind the mysterious calls, my mentor in all things firearms, my ace in the hole. William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.

Thousands of tiny lights appeared above us. Drones. No. Not drones. People. Bodies suspended in the air. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Each connected by glowing threads to the Crown. My stomach turned. "What is that?" My grandfather's voice shook. "The original network." Lucien stared upward. "How many?" "Every person who ever carried the Crown sequence." Mara stepped beside us. "That's impossible." My grandfather shook his head. "No." He looked at Isolde. "She activated all of them."

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

Perhaps it was Layla’s fate to meet the beast who’d change her life, or s it the beast whose life going to be ruined with her fatal schemes. Midnight Feast 2020 FULLY SERVED! Midnight Feast is set on an imaginary world mainly within a place called the continent of Aghar. It encompasses the danger in the lives of humble citizens of Loire kingdom- especially the young orphan Layla, who fell in the hands of the ruthless nobles whose willing to sacrifice others’ lives in exchange for their own safety. Midnight Feast is a dark fantasy story with werewolves as the main characters. It sends a message to readers in an artistic way, unveiling the part of the darkest secret of the mind, the evil inten

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.

Eirlys Lumi, Next night, The crimson moon lingered in the sky like a silent witness, its dim, blood-tinged glow stretching across the stone walls of the Royal Packhouse. At this hour, the world was quiet as it should be. Except for some occasional dogs barking, and distant howls that stood as witnesses to such a lovely night. I moved through the hallway, my steps quiet and balanced. The night guards stood still, unable to notice the only person moving through their blind spots.

All I hear is, "By the power vested upon me, you will become the queen of Evergreen, from today until forever!" A maid removes my crown and my father stands up. He walks next to the high priest. The priest takes a few steps back and my father takes the queen's crown. Gently, he crowns me with it and says, "I am so proud of you!" I force a smile and curtsy as father nods and goes back into his place. I face the crowd once and for all. The high priest announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children, world-- help me welcome the new Queen of Evergreen, Aurora Wintershade!"

I had to help him go shopping for the things he would meet during and after the coronation. There were a few things he already had an idea of, but others Alpha Caramel helped him with it. Alpha Caramel was a great help and in no time, I was watching the councils of Midnight Pack crown my brother as the new Alpha of Midnight Pack. “This is the new Alpha of the Midnight pack,” the council announced, and a guard rushed in and whispered something into Grey's ears.

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil