Deku X Midnight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The clearing was thick with anticipation, a hush settling over the gathered pack like a heavy fog. Moonlight struck the dewy grass in fractured silver shards, glinting off the steel claws and teeth of those who had come to witness the unthinkable. Samuel stood at the center, shoulders squared, eyes glinting with a resolute fire that made even the most hardened Alphas pause. His hands were steady, though his heart thundered like a war drum in his chest. Beside him, Liam shifted nervously, his young face pale under the violet sky that hinted at the power about to be unleashed.

“You’re going to stay the night with Kyra, you’re your second favorite person in the whole wide world.” Unable to resist the mouthwatering aroma of bacon, Draco army crawls his way from underneath my bed. As soon as he’s within reach, I hook my finger under his collar so he can’t escape and offer him his treat. Which, of course, he gobbles down like he hasn’t eaten in days. Silly little pug. Securing the wire door to the plastic dog carrier, Draco pushes out a pitiful whine, staring up at me with his glistening, round, heartbroken eyes through the wire bars.

Chloe Jane The night of the full moon casts a silver glow over the world, turning the forest around the pack house into a realm of ethereal beauty. It’s a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. Tonight is my last night with Deacon before I leave for Greece, and the thought sends waves of sadness crashing through me. Despite the excitement of finally learning to shift, the ache of impending separation lingers. Deacon, sensing my nervousness, gives my hand a reassuring squeeze as we walk deeper into the forest. “It’s going to be okay,” he says, his voice soft in the quiet of the evening. “You’re ready for this.”

That it will never be mine. When we signed the contract, he warned me about falling for me. Said that there can never be love between us. I didn’t have a chance of making him fall in love with me before. Now with his mate alive, it’s impossible. “Maybe he will choose us” Midnight says in a small voice. Fuck does it hurt. Knowing that I now have a new love to bury. “You’re delusional if you think that Midnight. He has found his fated mate? What makes you think he’ll want us now?” I ask, my voice catching at the end.

She said with empathy in her eyes. "What do you mean?" I inquired inquisitively. Why would all the midnight pack die? "Because Alpha Kaden and the entire midnight pack are under a blood curse, put on them by the moon goddess. By the next Hunter's moon the midnight pack will cease to exist." Mene concluded, leaving me momentarily stunned. The midnight pack would die, Kaden included. I gaped at her, my mouth opened in disbelief. That must be the secret that the entire pack has been hiding, they didn't want anyone finding out they are cursed.

I followed him, my heartbeat loud in my ears. Ahead, a midnight-black infinity pool stretched along the cliff’s edge, its silver-trimmed waters glowing like captured starlight. Beyond it, a fire-lit courtyard flickered softly, with obsidian benches circling a ritual pit. The kind of place where deals were sealed in blood and vows under moonlight weren’t just metaphors. Past that, a glimpse of the private combat arena—lit but quiet. Shadow-obstacles flickered like ghosts, waiting to be summoned. The whole place felt like it was holding its breath. Waiting to decide what I was.

Her brothers and sister were too young to understand what was about to happen, and all they would remember was their big sister, who sung them lullabies every night, had to leave; in time, they would probably forget her. As the town clock struck midnight, Zade looked her dead in the eyes, his grey orbs showing no emotion as he said the words, "I Zade Ezekial O'Connor future alpha of the Midnight pack reject you April Aurora Ramsey as my mate." She refused to look away as the unbearable pain scored her heart to ribbons, taking her breath as the mate bond began to break away from her, shattering her soul in the process. A primal scream was wrenched from her, joined by the guttural growl of her

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

[3rd POV—Damon] A little bit calmer than the last time, Damon settled on his black leather couch in his study inside his mansion. Staring at the half-empty bottle of whiskey perched on top of his desk while absent-mindedly tracing his finger on the rim of the glass he was holding.