American Midnight Novels & Stories

(Kate’s pov) I’m running late getting back from training. I’m currently drying my hair when Trent links me letting me know that Red Moon pack is here. Suddenly Midnight sits up in my mine. M: Go downstairs. K: why what’s wrong? M: I don’t know hurry.

Amy As the sun filtered through the towering trees, the campsite came to life with a sense of quiet anticipation. A gentle mist rose from the nearby lake, creating an ethereal veil that softened the edges of the camp. The aroma of roasted pork through the crisp morning air, mingled with the earthy scent of the forest. Tents, like sentinels of adventure, stood in neat rows, their nylon sides shimmering with dewdrops. Birds, perched on branches above, sang a harmonious chorus, welcoming the new day with cheerful melodies.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

MIA I fled from my own engagement party one hour ago and now I'm hiding in a locked university at midnight. The gym smelled like sweat and old leather and something I couldn’t name. It made my skin prickle with awareness I wasn’t in the mood to examine. The university athletic complex should have been locked, but I’d learned three days into my transfer that if you knew which side door to use and were willing to slip through shadows like a thief in the night, you could have the basketball court to yourself when the rest of campus slept.

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

Almira retorted. That was the last time she saw him. Eleven years later, Kitanna came swimming into her room in a panic. "I didn't think it was possible to sweat in water," Almira uttered evenly. "There is a problem, your highness." "It's not hard to tell," Almira said without interest. "It's about your mate. He is getting married!" Kitanna announced. Almira squinted her eyes at her. "When?". "Now!" the girl breathed.

Neither of us moving. I had gone to the window before she looked up. Like something had pulled me there. I pressed my hand to the glass. Forty minutes without her was apparently all it took. Yeah. Yeah it was. The knock came past midnight. Three knocks. Quiet. I looked at the door. "Come in," I said. It opened. Reina. Night clothes. Hair loose around her shoulders. No walls on her face, not the careful expression she wore during the day, not the controlled version she showed everyone. Just her, standing in my doorway at midnight.

"Is that really you? I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me!" I frowned a little when I heard how friendly he sounded. The man was dressed in a sleek black coat that came down to his calves. He had full eyebrows, a straight, tall nose, and there was a handsome freshness about him that I could not quite put into words. Even though it was the middle of winter, he did not look all puffy. His wrist showed off a pretty silver watch. I knew that watch brand. Two years back, when Shirley came home from abroad, she gave a Patek Philippe watch to Matthew.

I'm lucky enough if I woke up at five in the morning and leave at six, but I was striving too much that I sleep at quarter three in the morning and woke up at six. Good thing that death favors me more than anyone else. Staying late at night for my night shift and working in the morning. Death didn't even pay to visit me once. I waited for the other car to move for almost 15 minutes-- telling myself that I should be more patient, but the reality is my patience ain't long, I might lose my patience and start driving in the narrow spaces even tho I know it's dangerous. I took off my pink scooter helmet which is full of stickers.

He was angry and unstoppable. "Mikhail?" He picked the call. "Four down, six more to go!" Mikhail updated. "I don't care about the warehouses... Once the Aurora is out, blow out the Marino mansion." He ordered and disconnected the call. He gritted in anger. "I am coming, Angel..." He looked at his phone when it rang. "Hello!" He frowned at the unknown number. "Rafael!" He smirked at the voice. "Rosetta... My favourite, enemy..."