What Happens In Crown Of Midnight นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I look towards Lily and she nods her head at me, “yes, let’s go.” The four of us made our way to my office in silence, nobody said a word. As my office door closed Jason blurted out, "Midnight killed Hades and is the rightful ruler of the underworld!” “What?” I say, unsure of what I just heard. “It’s- it’s true,” Midnight says quietly, “I held the sword of Demoirta in my hands… and I killed him with it.” I hear Lily gasps slightly before she pulls Midnight into her arms.

Just a black text box. [NEW MESSAGE]: AUTHOR_ADMIN Congratulations!!! You're coloring outside the lines again, Rina. The Masquerade was supposed to end with your humiliation, not a standing ovation. Nice job! But do you think the Midnight Rose makes you a Queen? It makes you a target. WARNING: The manuscript has been seized by the publisher and it's self-correcting. If you don't return to the 'Villainess' path by the next lunar cycle, he will initiate a hard-reset.

the king promised. "Sure thing your highness. We beg to take our leave." "You are excused," King Edwardo granted their request. Almira took it as her cue to leave and thankfully, the king didn't try to stop them. As they walked out of the palace, Kitanna tried to solve the puzzle. A strange man who seemed pretty close to Almira, she'd never met. Enters the palace with a fake identity and attempts to kill the crown Prince of the land.

The cultist collapsed, writhing, mask shattering. But something was wrong. Their body didn’t bleed. Instead, they melted—into ash, ice, and a wisp of black smoke that hissed one last warning: “You are the harbinger. The crown feeds the culling.” And vanished. We got Candy to safety. Jimmy helped bind her wound, whispering jokes under his breath just to keep her conscious. But I couldn't focus on them. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Not from weakness. But from what I had done.

The robot looked up at me with one remaining fake eye. “Princess,” it repeated mechanically. I shoved the shotgun directly into its mouth. “You should have picked a less creepy nickname.” BOOM. Its entire head exploded apart. Silence. Heavy breathing filled the destroyed restaurant while smoke drifted through the air slowly. Bodies everywhere. Blood everywhere. Broken glass. Bullet holes. Absolute chaos. And in the middle of it… Rico was gone. That coward escaped during the madness. I lowered the shotgun slowly, my chest rising heavily while adrenaline still burned through my body.

The sound of a body that had been broken repeatedly, methodically, until breaking was all it knew. Kael's vision tunneled. His wolf roared. And Crown Prince Kael Dravenhart, trained weapon of the throne, cold executor of his father's will, realized with absolute certainty that nothing about this night was going to go according to plan. He reached for the door handle, and somewhere in the darkness beyond, *she* took a breath. And everything changed.

Still kneeling from the combat, her composure entirely rebuilt in the twenty minutes since she went down. "You have the crown," she says. "Congratulations. You fought well." Her eyes hold mine without blinking. "But the ritual is tonight. The host has been ready for weeks. The red moon rises tomorrow." She tilts her head. "Nothing you did in that room stops what is already moving." She looks away. Like I am already something that happened in the past.

After eating my fill, sleepiness crashed over me, impossible to resist. "I’m going to sleep and recover. After you’re done eating, keep an eye on the fire." The moment the words left my mouth, I could no longer hold on. I fell into a deep sleep. At the very instant I lost consciousness, the omega, Cael Ardent, and the healer, Lorian Crest, both lifted their heads. In that moment, all traces of fear vanished from their eyes. All that remained was venom and killing intent. The two exchanged a glance, claws flashing out as they lunged straight at me.

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING.

The leader and the remaining guard scrambled backward in sheer terror, desperately clawing at the stable rock face as the ground beneath them disintegrated into absolute nothingness. I didn't look back to watch them fall. The exact moment the snow cracked, I threw myself sideways into the crevice, my hands wrapping around the glowing Midnight Root. I sliced the stem with a single, clean stroke, shoved the luminescent plant into my silver box, and snapped the lid shut. The antidote was secure. But the mountain was still collapsing around me.