How Close Are We To Midnight Novels & Stories

It was just a few minutes past midnight. I think I can still make it back to the estate tonight,” I muttered and pushed myself up from the seat.

he said. "I am tired," I said. "I am so tired of this house having another thing in it." He crossed to where I was standing and put his arms around me and I let him and stood there with my face against his shoulder and the clock on the wall ticking toward midnight. At eleven fifty nine he said quietly, "It is about to run." "I know," I said. "It is going to be fine," he said. "I know that too," I said. Midnight arrived.

Midnight came with the specific ceremony of ten people in two countries counting down via a slightly glitchy video call, which was exactly right because nothing about this family was smooth and all of it was genuine. Leah had champagne. The good kind. We raised glasses at midnight in the room and on the screen and said the things people said and meant them with the specific sincerity of people who had something real to celebrate. The year that was ending. Everything it had contained. Caden found me at the window at twelve fifteen. The city outside was doing its midnight thing lights and distant sounds and the specific quality of a city turning a corner. “Last year,” he said. “This year,” I s

“How long until we get there?” “About thirty minutes.” Amber's voice is thick with tears. “Father is waiting at a safe house. He's been preparing for the ritual. Everything is ready for tonight.” “Tonight.” The word feels like a death sentence. “The new moon.” “At midnight.” She confirms. “The optimal time for the ritual.” Through the bond, I feel Zane's panic. He knows something's wrong. Knows I pressed the panic button. He's probably already mobilizing everyone, racing to find me.

“You’re not alone.” Seth rests his forehead against my temple. “We’ve got you, snowflake.” Something inside me cracks. Not pain. Not fear. Just… something warm I can’t name. The runes flicker again. Soft. Slow. Beckoning. Callum glances at the window. Moonlight isn’t visible, but the sky outside is tinged violet—the early bruising of dusk. “We have six hours,” he murmurs. Six hours until midnight. Six hours until everything changes.

“One last step before you’re done.” He smirked as he ran his tongue over the punctures, helping them to close up. A low moan escaped me from the sensations despite trying to contain it. My mate flashed me his sexy grin that always got me going, but now was not the time. I pouted with that realization. “How much time do we have left?” I asked Caiathus. “Forty-seven minutes until midnight, miylana,” he told me. I took a deep breath and pushed my anxiety aside because there was no time to deal with that.

When the party ended, it was nearly midnight. Everyone was in a delightful mood, having a great time. It was half an hour's drive to reach the house. They decided to have midnight snacks at one of the famous restaurants in the area. They ordered pad thai, chai latte, cafe mocha and empanadas.

It was already nine in the evening, and only three hours remained before midnight. "Mom, I think it's time we made our move," Lilian said.

Visa Application denied. Leah was silent for a while, watching me with furrowed brows. Then, as the clock ticked past eleven at night, she perked up as if an idea had sparked. “Wait,” she said, eyes brightening. “What if you try at midnight? I have heard of midnights magic.” I blinked at her, tired. “Midnight?” “Yeah. I read somewhere that sometimes the system refreshes at odd hours. Midnight sounds like… I don’t know, magic time?”

“This month’s shipment was too expensive—no ether.” “That’s alright,” he assured, still captivated by her charm. “How close are you to finishing the antidote?” “Two more days,” she whispered. “How much time do we have?” “The first infection is at midnight. If everything goes as planned, we’ll have a few days,” he replied.