Novel & Cerita Guy Tang Midnight Fantasy 5

It wailed as it shattered upon hitting the marble. “Val!” Vivian cried from across the room. She had six Shadows circling clicking menacingly. While she flashed her dagger at them in hopes of warding them off with little result. ‘Use your magic the blades won’t do anything.’ I mindlinked racing over. A second later the flames engulfed four of the Shadows. Vivian rolled away grinning as the flames danced in her eyes, she was in her element. The four ‘henchman’ as I have now decided to call them went for their swords looking frustrated. Only to be paused as the leader lifted his hand.

I shook my head, too confused to speak. “Because the last time a lunar eclipse appeared here, something extraordinary happened. A bond formed between two wolves, marked by the moon herself. We call it "Midnight's Mark". It has not appeared in one hundred and twenty-three years. Most think it’s legend, but I saw it when I was young.” My mouth felt dry. “What kind of bond?” “The truest kind, a mate bond chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, marked on the skin at the eclipse’s peak. Those who bear it are destined for each other, their souls matched perfectly. Such bonds appear only when the pack needs them most.”

I said quietly. Everyone stopped and turned to look at me. “What?” Xavier’s hand found mine again. I pointed toward the window, the forest beyond. Where the trees were swaying. And it wasn’t just from the wind. “How many are thry?” Falcon had her phone out. Already calling for backup. My father’s voice was barely a whisper. “All of them.” The lights went out completely. And in the darkness, I heard a voice, multiple voices speaking as one. “Little moon child. We’ve been searching for you.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The moon hung low over the turquoise ocean, casting a silvery glow across the private balcony of Damian’s villa. The warm tropical night air carried the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore and the faint rustle of palm leaves in the breeze. But inside the luxurious suite, the only sounds that mattered were Elena’s broken moans and the wet slap of skin against skin.

Inside was a single photograph and a note. The photo showed a young man, perhaps twenty-four, with dark hair and unmistakable Hale gray eyes, sitting in a wheelchair in a sunlit garden. The note read: *Lucas Hale is alive. He has been for twenty-four years. Come alone to the address below if you want the full story. Tell your father and the girl dies in the same ‘accident’ as your siblings. A concerned party Cassian’s face turned to stone. He handed the photo to Elena.

His dark curls were messy, lips slightly parted, the phoenix tattoo on his chest rising and falling with every slow breath. On my right, Rafael was on his back, one muscular arm thrown behind his head, the other hand resting possessively on my bare thigh. Even in sleep he looked dangerous — tattoos, sharp jaw, that lazy smirk still somehow present on his lips. I lay between them, heart racing, mind spinning. Last night had really happened. I had let my shy neighbor and my tattooed landlord fuck me. Together. In my own bed. They had taken turns, made me come over and over, covered me in their cum, then cleaned me up gently before we all collapsed in a tangled, exhausted pile.

"Really, Sebastian? We're here to celebrate Rebecca's engagement! This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, and now you've made her cry! Do you have any idea how long the makeup artist spent on her look? Now it's all ruined—because of you!" Sebastian stood stiffly amidst the growing crowd, his expression vacant, as if waking from a nightmare. Without responding to my mother, he snatched his phone back from Rebecca's trembling grip and opened the image Riley had sent. As the image loaded, its resolution sharpened, and the details became clearer. As my father stood the closest to Sebastian, he saw the image best. "Has Naomi come out of hiding?" he sneered. "Ha! So, she finally deci