The Crown Of Midnight Novels & Stories

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.

*“Find the crown.” A glint catches my eye—a circlet of obsidian and starlight, hidden in the shadows. I grab it. The ground shakes. --- **Ryland’s Choice** The pack’s howls turn panicked. I sprint toward the tomb, Silas’s energy spiking like a wildfire. He stands at the entrance, the crown clenched in his fist. “I know how to save her!” “Silas, *no*—” He slams the crown onto his head.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

“Aria do you… stand by me in this?” She swallowed, and felt her blood settle. The bond had anchored them, but loyalty was more. She caught Kael's hand again. “Yes.” He nodded. Lucien cleared his throat again. “A midnight challenge, by the moon’s next cycle.” He glared at Kael. “If you survive this… you earn the crown and Luna.” Aria clenched her jaw. “If anyone betrays” “I will wipe them out of Midnight forever,” Kael finished, his eyes steeled. “But we move together. No more secrets.”

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

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.”

The Crown floated above the throne. Silver light poured from it endlessly. The ancient voice thundered through the chamber. "The unworthy shall never rule." The words echoed everywhere. Malrik stared at the Crown. Hatred twisted his face. Years...he had spent years chasing power. Years hunting Ariana, years searching for the kingdom. And the Crown had rejected him with a single touch. --- Then something unexpected happened. The Crown turned toward Ariana and Orion. The silver glow intensified. The guardians immediately knelt once more.

Draco excitedly looked at the crown before he can enchant the spell. With Vincent's signal...All the four crystals i.e., Mars, Zenia, Marcus and Olivia raised their wands at the crown. "Attack," Vincent ordered raising their wands in unison at the crown. the rays of lighting from their wands and the crystal strikes the crown. Crown burst with a loud blast..., Draco started screaming. "NO! NO...nooo..." Draco slowly, slowly fades away and disappeared into fumes. Zohan enchants a spell at Lucifer and Dyna.

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.