Märchen Crown Manga นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There was a lining of pride in her undertone. “On this day, the day of the third lunar Circle.” She continued strongly. I felt goosebumps, accompanied by chills, reign all over my body and I believed it was the same for everyone. My mum’s hand rose high into the air towards Cayden’s head.. and then above it. The moment was magical. The Crown glistened as she lowered it down toward his head now. She smiled. “I crown you, KING OF THE CANINE REIGNS…” She placed the crown on his head… and then vehement cheerful shouts shot into the air and consumed the silence.

Then I lift an eyebrow. “Strange kind of fun your brother promised you.” I tell her, smiling and shaking my head. She smiles back, her hand covering her mouth to hide it from her brother who looks back at that very second. “You read her mind. That’s cheating.” He says, turning his head towards mine again, his obsidian eyes twinkling with more silver than before. “And you never told me you are Cian Abysal, Crown Prince of Amra in the Underworld.” I answer back, crossing my arms.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

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.

The hallway outside was crowded. Servants whispered excitedly, and elders smiled among themselves. The door opened, and the pack healer stepped outside. His face was brighter than I’d ever seen it. “Congratulations, Alpha. The Moon Goddess has blessed the pack. She is carrying your heir.” He announced. For one heartbeat, the entire world became perfectly still. Then cheers erupted around me. The elders clapped each other on the shoulders. Servants laughed through happy tears. Warriors lifted their fists in celebration. “Our future Alpha!”

Adrian held me hoisted against his chest, his mouth sliding down my jawline to press a hard, burning bite over my pulse point. My head tilted back against his shoulder, my hands trembling against his back as a soft, helpless whimper escaped my throat. He licked over the skin instantly, his breath scorching my ear before his mouth surged back to claim mine once more. “Mine,” Adrian growled into my mouth, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me tight against his body. “Yours,” I panted against his lips, my left hand coming up between us. The heavy silver championship ring on my finger caught the white light of a hundred camera flashes, glinting clear and bright for the whole world to see.

A tunic with gold threads underneath a surcoat having the red lion's face only outlined, the symbol of the Armen kingdom. She takes her eyes off royal clothes she's seeing so close for the first time and gazes at the familiar face. It's the boy she kissed in the woods. Sharp chins and dark black hair are the features she adored are the same as before, but his still eyes and tightened cheeks are the ones she's concerned about now. "Oh my god, Reza? You're the Prince of Armen." She gazes at him in shock. "I am sorry for what I did… I kis,"

I pouted my lips even more and bowed down. "Priestess Eridette De Abarak," I answered. "What's the name of the first book of Magic?" "Runes from Grimoire," I pouted my lips more and more. And I want him to feel so guilty! How can he do this to me?! "How many people died at Amberian War," his deep voice change into an intense one. I glanced at him and saw him making a serious but weird expression. W-why is he staring at me like that now?!

Emery leaned forward and said in almost a whisper, “Do not forget that your crown will be taken away with only one wrong move you make.” As Emery strutted her way back into the mansion with Castor, Empress Serena could only clench her fists and contain the anger wanting to burst out of her. Lady Cressida felt the same way, but she patted her on the shoulder as if to help the empress keep her composure. “Worry not. Once her child is unalived, she will blame and kill herself even without us having to stain our hands with her impure blood,” she said, narrowing her gaze at the hall where Emery disappeared into.

Jovinne chuckled I flitted impatiently; patience is not my strong suit. Orion finally decided to let me out of my misery and opened the box. Inside on the velvet cushion lay a very familiar yet slightly different crown. I wanted to touch it, I wanted to wear it, it was like the crown was calling to me, attracting me like a moth drawn towards a flame. I gulped and looked at Orion, very affected with the strong magic that the crown exuded. "Come closer, this crown won't just fly on your head." Orion said