Novel & Cerita How Close Are We To Midnight

“I think it’s just getting interesting.” They stared up at the stars. “Five minutes to midnight,” Cleo murmured. Sonia nodded. “And I’m still here.” Still burning. Still rising. And this time? She wasn’t hiding anymore.

And underneath it all, his absolute love for me. “We are going to survive this,” I told him. “Both of us. And then we are going to have a real life together. No more crises, no more threats. Just us.” “Promise?” “Promise.” We stayed like that until Elder Morrigan came to find us. “It is time,” she said, her face grave. “The scouts just reported in. The Umbra is moving toward pack territory. It will be here by dawn.” The final battle was coming. And we had one night to prepare for everything.

~Maxine's POV~ The neon haze of downtown Seattle blurred at the edges as I stumbled out of The Midnight Sun bar, the bass from inside still thumping in my chest like a second heartbeat. It was past two a.m., and the street was a ghost town, empty sidewalks slick with rain, the kind that never quite washed away the grime.

Rebecca looked at me, slightly confused by the specificity of the question. "Yes," she said. "Actually — yes. There was a particular wave right around midnight that was worse than the others. I remember because that was the one where she could not stay quiet anymore. That was the one that made me decide to call the medics, even though she had told me not to." I sat back slowly in the plastic chair. A few minutes before midnight. Worse at midnight. The exact hour the moon had reached the center of the sky.

Feeling so awkward, they kept stomping their feet on the apartment floor. “I’d better go to bed right now…” said Eriwan standing up and quickly rushed into his bedroom. “Yeah… I think we’d better go to bed right now… It’s almost twelve at midnight…” said Erito also rushing into his bedroom. Minutes by minutes passed by again. It was already half past twelve at midnight. It was overcast on the grey night sky outside. Occasionally, the lightning would strike here and there on the grey night sky. The thunder was heard rumbling a bit very far away.

I murmur near Jen’s ear. She nods, her voice soft. “I always am. It just feels bigger this year.” I know why. There is more ahead of her now. More certainty, more plans taking shape. More of a future she can almost reach out and touch. Chase suddenly sits up. “Right. Enough of this movie. It’s nearly midnight, we need the countdown on.” Sav grabs the remote before he can, flicking through the channels until the familiar New York New Year’s Eve Bash broadcast fills the screen. Times Square glows with energy; a sea of people bundled against the cold, waiting for the same moment.

Good and not too late, I still have enough time to reach my next target. Check the time: 10:58 p.m. Good and not too late, I still have enough time to reach my next target.

We’re all in good shape by now, but we’re for sure not Marines. With the heavy gray cloud cover looming over us, darkness begins to descend early. December twenty-first is already the shortest day of the year, and we’re far north of San Diego as well. I bet it’s barely four o’clock when the light begins to fade. I’m guessing Dad will have us looking for shelter very soon. As if reading my mind, Dad calls the company to a halt. He sends two runners to recall the advance guard, then turns to the rest of us.

Temujin could also feel it now. The way the conversation was going, it was starting to sound like a ghost story. To make matters worse, it was close to midnight, the wind was howling above deck and the main hold was creaking all over. “You two know we’re going to pass the equator in a few days, right?” “Right.”

Lucas uttered. “What's so fun about being a wolf at the midnight?” she chuckled. 11: 59 P.M. Agatha's P.O.V. Lucas and I are outside of the house, and we'll wait for the big new full moon to appear in the sky. “Agatha!” he mentioned. “What is it?” I asked. “Don’t worry about tomorrow morning,” Lucas uttered.