American Midnight Novels & Stories

It would give her a sleek look. We drank our mojitos for pregame and hailed a cab to go to Alessandro's club, The raven. We arrived at the club. There was a good-looking guy approaching us, he is a brunette, I can't see his eyes clearly because of the lights. He looks like in his mid-20s, has a scruffy strong looking jaw, heavily tattooed hands, looks like Zayn Malik but a sinner wearing a clean tidy suit and he is definitely her type.

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

“That I’ll lose you. That I’ll go too far trying to protect this pack, and in doing it… I’ll destroy the one person who ever stood beside me.” Kael cupped her face, his voice low. “You’re not alone, Aria. No matter how dark it gets, I’ll walk through it with you.” A tear slipped down her cheek. “Even if I become something monstrous?” He kissed her softly. “You already have… and I still love you.” The Midnight warriors rode like shadows, their armor dark and silver, blades strapped to their backs. At their front, Aria rode a black mare, the moon-dagger at her side.

; I was just a wolf in motion. Then, the music cut. The lights went into a frantic, blinding strobe. The dance floor descended into the "Midnight Ritual"—a tradition where the lights stayed low for three minutes of anonymous indulgence. Through a flash of a strobe light, I thought I saw a tall silhouette—Andrew—leaning over Serena. I thought I saw her reaching up on her tiptoes to meet him. The lights went black. A wave of nausea and grief washed over me. I stood there, paralyzed in the dark, surrounded by the sounds of a hundred people losing themselves.

Ash shifts again, his paws moving away from their original places, but still keeping me pinned down. Snow continues to fall at a steady pace, the wind growing slightly and the sky becoming darker. A few minutes after the house lights up Mikki trots out of the forest with Tori, Ally, Vic and Carson with her. They pause at seeing us, but then trot over to the door where they shift and go inside, all murmuring.

The main branch of the Midnight Resort is a humble 12-story building complex found in the more ancient parts of the city. It takes up about half the city block so what it lacks in height, it makes up for in width. It is a well-known place for its numerous entertainment centers, video game arcades, computer cafes, dance clubs, and event venues. But what it’s really known for are the rumors… Rumors of it housing a hotel/pleasure house which can only be accessed from a specific entrance somewhere at the back.

DAVINA "How much longer are we going to wait for Pryia to leave the house?" Aaron asked, glancing toward my mother’s house. "I’m starving." Midnight snorted impatiently and turned his head toward Aaron, his expression dripping with sarcasm. "If you want to go watch the Reapers with Mart and Silver, be my guest." His voice carried authority, though somewhere in it there was a playful edge. Aaron laughed, composed, and pulled a cereal bar from his denim jacket, holding it up like a trophy. He looked at Midnight with a crooked smile, clearly uninterested in the offer.

That was worse than any headache. Midnight Climax. This was the place. The trendiest, most diverse strip club in all of Las Vegas, serving all sorts of clients whose tastes were better off not mentioned in polite company—or at least, that's what the owner Andy liked to say. Kat's tastes were pretty tame and standard, so she had no idea why she'd chosen these BDSM performers. All she knew was that she'd been yearning for a crazy night, a familiar place where she could blow off some steam after. . . .

I sat back, “If he’s after the traffickers, his best bet is to infiltrate Sinner’s Haven and get Midnight into a chokehold.” Renda frowned, “What do you mean?” “Midnight has three main sources of income: Club Heaven, Sinner’s Haven, and all the illicit activities it covers up through the border patrol.” Renda narrowed her eyes and nodded, “Have you met Mordecai?” I nodded and shuddered, “And I hope to never see him again.”