Thirteen Days To Midnight Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But the world was already unraveling. ⸻ I pressed my hand to the glass, breath fogging the window. “Ten days to midnight,” I whispered. “Then the world burns again.” And this time… I’d be ready

- Elisabeth replied, hearing her plea. - Selene, listen to me... By midnight on July 19 you will be in the tent with Alice, Isabelle and Johnathan. Damon will protect you directly, eliminating any enemy that manages to get closer to the tent. This is for the best. Nothing can happen to you before midnight. You will be needed by us afterwards to defeat Alistair.- added Rita, looking at her carefully.

Even though what happened back in the bookstore angered Ryder to death and crushed all the high hopes she had for finally getting an accurate idea of what Midnight looked like, by the time the sun sank into the horizon, she had waved away all these dark feelings. All that was left, unexpectedly, was anticipation.

Her living room window allows her to see the beautiful night sky adorned with bright lights shaming the stars and even the moon. She imagines Nate and Nina looking at that same beautiful sky after having a lovely dinner while she dines on hot noodle and a cup of coffee. "I'm so pathetic. How did I become like this?" she asked herself. She's about to call for food delivery when Ivy's call came in. She already knows exactly what she's going to ask her. "I just talked to the TV producer. She's okay with the third book being launched in January next year. She told me they would broadcast the series in three weekends in February," Ivy said.

"No… I didn't do anything wrong!" Cold all over, I trembled as I tried to pull away from him, only to realize my feet were trapped by something. Pulling back the blanket, I froze. Heavy iron chains were locked around my ankles, making it nearly impossible to move. Jared's voice turned icy. "I know you won't admit your mistake so easily. So, you'll stay in this room until Melody has the baby. Then, I'll let you out." Three days without food, combined with all the pent-up emotions I had been holding back, a rush of metallic taste surged up my throat as I coughed out a mouthful of blood from my mouth.

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:

The world tilted sideways. I could not breathe. I could not think. Three hundred wolves were staring at me, their shock crashing down like a heavy wave. Whispers spread through the clearing, fast and wild. “Midnight’s Mark” “The Beta” “That’s an omega—l” “That can’t be real” My legs stopped working. If Vera had not been holding my arm, I would have collapsed right there. “Breathe, Lila,” Vera said sharply, her healer voice cutting through my panic. "Lila, you need to breathe."

Charlie didn't speak for a long time—not because she didn't have words, but because she had too many. The clearing felt different now. The air held the ghost of the Sentinel's howl, vibrating faintly, like the forest was still listening. Moonlight spilled over everything in silver ribbons. Charlie stood in the center of it all, trying to steady her breath. I'm the hinge. The mediator. The moon's deviation. It sounded like the world's worst LinkedIn bio.

Surely, the two states cannot co-exist. He sits, pondering on it for a long few quiet moments, when suddenly a horrified squeak sounds from behind the screen. “Midnight?” Jesse calls, sitting up, worried. “Are you okay?” Suddenly she storms out from behind the screen, the book Juniper gave her clutched tight in one hand, her face furious. Jesse’s eyes go wide as she hurls the book at his head. “How dare you, Jesse Sinclair!” Midnight shouts, enraged. “What did I do!?” Jesse gasps as he dodges the book and then turns back to Midnight, stunned.

I wake up alone, which is not unusual, but the feeling of dread that I fell asleep with has only intensified after a restless night of vivid dreams. The apartment feels empty, almost musty, in Taylor’s absence, and there is something else I just can’t pin down. A sadness that seems to have seeped into the walls. My phone tells me that eight o’clock is fast approaching, and I need to get my butt out of bed soon or I am going to be late for work.