What Happens In Crown Of Midnight Mga Nobela at Kwento

Across the entire Crown now. The Hollow Queen screamed again. Stop her! The panic in her voice was overwhelming. If she gets free— The sentence never finished. Because the Crown exploded. Not into pieces. Into light. Silver fire erupted into the sky. The force threw everyone backward. Cassian crashed into the snow. Kaelen hit a broken pillar. Astrid's warriors were knocked off their feet. Even the creature staggered. Lyra remained standing. At the center of the storm. The Crown hovered above her head.

The floor beneath it shimmered like liquid glass, bending the reflection of everything around it. For a heartbeat, I forgot everything else, the Eagle, the pain, the illusions. It was beautiful. Almost…alive. That was when I heard the heavy thud of boots. My eyes snapped when I found the Eagle had arrived. He stood across the hall, only a few meters from me. Between us, the crown gleamed like a challenge thrown by fate itself. We both stared at it then at each other. Neither moved for a longer moment before something unexpected happened. The crown caught fire right in front of my eyes.

The ruin shook, the abyss climbing higher, licking at her feet. Zayn planted his blade in the ground, his flames erupting outward in a defensive circle, cutting the monsters down. His roar shook with fury and desperation. “Then I’ll cut the crown from you!” He surged forward, faster than before, his sword blazing brighter, a golden inferno. He aimed not at her heart, not at her throat, but at the crown itself. The crown hissed. Her flames flared black. The two collided. The impact was devastation. The ground ruptured. The ruins disintegrated. Light and void tore through the abyss as if trying to overwrite reality.

Sharp enough to steal the air from my lungs. My eyes flew open as the connection deepened, unstable but insistent. Images flickered through my mind, too fast to hold at first, until one forced itself into clarity. The crown. Dark. Heavy. And then something beneath it. A flaw. Not something visible, not something physical, but something that could be felt through the echo itself. My breath caught. “There is a way,” I said, my voice low but intense. Every gaze snapped to me. “The crown can be overwhelmed.”

I tapped into the purest element of the Convergence. I walked through reality. A tear of pure, silent Void opened on the command deck. I stepped into the suffocating vacuum of the Ever-Dark and materialized a microsecond later directly in front of Killian at the bottleneck of the corrupted corridor. My First Crown manifested not as a halo, but as a brilliant, blinding crown of stars that pushed back the purple gloom. I didn't summon fire or ice. I summoned the essence of the prison that had held these monsters for millennia.

Then Rowan shouted from below. Then: "NOW WOULD BE A GREAT TIME TO WIN!" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the beam fired. BOOOOOOOOOOM! Reality screamed. The attack crossed the distance instantly. Impossible to dodge. Impossible to block. Then every Crown ignited. Immediately. The First Crown. The Third Crown. The Fourth Crown. The Sixth Crown. All of them. Together. Their power surged through the battlefield. Then Ava screamed. Then: "THOMAS!"

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

I didn’t want anyone to see me after what I was about to do, so carefully, I hold the crown and take it out of the box. What a mistake. The moment I grabbed it, that moment I dropped it. Covering my mouth in fear, I back away from the object. My body trembles, and my mind kept replaying what I just saw. Somehow, the moment I had the crown in my hands, flashbacks of a kingdom being destroyed appear in my mind. It was so bloody that it made me feel like I was the one being killed.

“Everyone, in your positions. At exact midnight, we will strike.” The royal soldiers scampered away from their original positions and went in different directions as if to surround the camp of their enemies. That night was rather bright with the full moon shining up in the cloudless sky. It was an advantage for Emery’s team but it was also a risk since some of the enemies were also on the lookout for possible attacks.