Deku X Midnight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Quinn POV I woke up blissfully sore. I felt a sense of fulfillment and completeness after I marked my mate. After three more rounds of intense sex, Derek and I crashed from exhaustion and the heat finally subsided. In the middle of the night, I had gone down to the kitchen where Kat had brewed a tea with healing elements for Derek’s injuries. Derek had been less than impressed when I woke him up to drink the concoction which he described tasted like “bark mixed with soil, and Gollum's asshole.”

I turn on my heels, ready to get out of here and go back to my pack and forget any of this even happened, but his voice stops me when I'm by the door. “I, Alpha Zade of the Darkmoon pack, reject you as my mate.”

‘Yes,’ I say, and even in our mind space, my voice sounds breathy. Kaelen rubs his body down Keena’s. ‘Do you think Keena would mind if I marked you at midnight, instead of waiting until after your party?’ Cohen asks, his voice deep and growly. ‘I think Keena will be very put out if you don’t mark me at midnight,’ I say as Keena arches and presses herself against Kaelen. He growls possessively before mounting her, sinking his teeth into her neck, and pumping into her.

They gradually walked back to the treehouse engaging in small talk As they approached the tree they said their good night. " I'll see you later " Zenith says to them as they did their group hugging. She was happy to be part of the group. She smiled as she went home. She groaned as she pushed her hair out of her face . "Why do I keep waking up at odd hours of the night" she sighs glancing at the clock that read 3:30 a.m.

I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself. I entered an alley instead of the entrance in front. The blast of the music inside was already invaded my ears. Club X is where I spent my nights working. Lucas owns this place, he became my friend when I started a fight inside his bar. I stopped walking when I noticed something in the dark corner of the alley, a place where usually there's no light can reach. A two silhouette flashed, I heared a man screams who started pleading, it's not visible but there's a silhouette of two people in the dark. The man who keeps shrieking in pain was lying on the floor, while the other one kick his face.

He murmured, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to vibrate in my very core. His hand lingered near my cheek for a few seconds, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin, sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I felt as if the world had stopped, every sense heightened, every nerve ending alive with electricity. The tension was palpable, and I could feel my body weakening, a forbidden thrill coursing through my veins. I noticed his eyes darkened, his expression became unreadable. "Good night, Lilly." He said finally, his voice a low, husky whisper. “I'll see you in the morning.”

They were intensely personal. She saw a diner in Brooklyn, rain lashing against the window pane. She saw a younger Luca laughing, his eyes crinkling at the corners as she stole fries from his plate. She remembered a first kiss beneath the neon hum of city lights, late-night conversations that bled into dawn, shared dreams, whispered promises, and thousands of quiet, mundane moments. This was their real story. Not cosmic entities, not the preservation of reality, just them. The bond grew so blindingly bright that the fracture itself began to respond. A brilliant silver light erupted across the darkened sky, pushing back the shadows. The creeping darkness recoiled in earnest, and the ancient,

“I already regret dating a man who thinks body spray counts as hygiene.” Then she slammed the door in his face. Silence filled the apartment. For the first time that night, the anger faded enough for embarrassment to settle in. Two entire years wasted on a man dumb enough to destroy his relationship over cheap wine and bad choices. Her phone buzzed suddenly. Unknown Number. Winona frowned before opening the message. [Congratulations, Winona Hart.] [You have been selected for The Midnight Project, an exclusive immersive reality experience for rising creators.] Another message followed immediately.

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!]

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs: