How Close Are We To Midnight Novels & Stories

My patience is quickly wearing out too, and I don’t have a little person dancing a jig on my insides. Slowly, the rest of the crowd gathers. Every day, it’s a little smaller, but I haven’t yet seen a ritual without at least one representative of each kingdom. At this point, it’s mostly a blessing and promise, a few hours later, that some far away part of Escuro has sprung back to life. There’s a feeling in the air like the end of a ball, when everyone is waiting for the clock to strike midnight so they can go home. And midnight—in this case, the equinox—is fast approaching. That’s what drags my gaze across the crowd to where the group from Snowcrest Canyon always stands.

“Exactly. And you’re still nervous?” “I just…” She exhaled. “I don’t know what to expect.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Expect it to be us. That’s it.” Her lips curved faintly, but I could still see the uncertainty in her eyes. The band in the corner shifted into a slower tune, signaling that the hour was drawing near. People were beginning to pair off or wander toward the gardens for some air. I glanced at the clock—five minutes to midnight. “Come on,” I said, offering her my hand. “Let’s go outside.”

The clock read 11:45 PM. Fifteen minutes to midnight. Flour-covered. Exhausted. Laughing. And surrounded by the people who made chaos feel like home. Soon, we would leave. But for now? The kitchen was warm. The room was loud. And Alaric’s hand found mine across the counter like it always did. Steady. Certain. Midnight was coming. And so was the next chapter of our lives.

Shawn “Marcus, send word to the guards, they'll need to be out here on watch, while we continue.” I place the mug I had drunk from on the makeshift stool before me, the fire crackled softly, sending tiny whooshes into the air, and I stared at it. “When do we leave, Alpha?” “First thing tomorrow morning.” “Yes, Alpha”, he stands and walks away, two other delegates right behind him. We've been camping here for the past five days, a little far off from Red Valley, but not far enough to not spot any further intrusions from the territory.

Like movement hurt too much. "Thirty minutes," Aiden said. Looking at the clock. "I know," Alaric replied. Melina's heart was pounding. "What should I...what do I..." "Nothing yet." Alaric's voice was strained. "Just stay close. When it hits, we'll..." He stopped. Gritted his teeth. "We'll collapse. Don't panic. It's normal. We just need you near us." "All three of you at once?" "Yes. Exactly at midnight. Always at midnight."

Midnight is long past. The night is just beginning.

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"Stop watching us like we're a painting." "I'm not." "You absolutely do." She leaned against the counter beside me. Our shoulders are touching. "You get it when something is happening that you want to remember." I looked at her. "Is that a problem?" "No but I prefer it thoughtful." "Of course you do." She clinked her glass against mine. "Forty-seven minutes to midnight ." The acquisition is complete. Forty-seven minutes away. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Ask me at twelve-oh-one," she said.

“We'll protect and guide you, no betrayers shall come any closer to you and that's it! We've been together for years in that room, living in harmony and cooperation, and you showed up and now you're not cooperating. “Darling, I won't take that from you. We're heading back to WHERE we belong by 12:00 in the midnight and nothing you say shall stop you from coming,”. I nodded slowly. “But our security is at stake for now. Isn't 12:00 a bit far away?” Phoebe asked. "It's 4:59pm. Just a few hours until midnight. It's safer and faster to do the ritual at midnight,” She responded. “But we all can't return to our packs since we're retards and hated,” I mumbled.

Colton didn’t say any other thing, rather his eyes just caught the full moon of the fateful night rising above the window. “Where’s Joan!” Isabella kept chanting from beneath him. “I swear to God if anything happens to—“ He drowned her aggravated voice as he looked to the silvery moon, Colton could already tell that it was almost time. It was close. SIX HOURS UNTIL MIDNIGHT.