Mha Midnight Fanart Novels & Stories

It started to be complicated when he-- the unknown and psychotic leader of the organization where I belong since I was seven is after me. No one knows him, not even his voice. The only thing that binds us together is our blood. The organization that's ruled by bloodline. He's the faceless man who twisted everything from the start and one who ruled the organization for eight years, the twelfth Morgan who reigned for a short time and also known as the Phantom of the organization. I admire him too much back then. He worked behind the shadows. He succeed in maintaining the stability of the organization for eight years and made the Thanatos the most powerful organization that made in history. Tha

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

He smirked as he stood in her personal space. He was tall and big compared to her. Aurora looked at him shocked as he smudged the colour on her face, colouring her in red colour from forehead to jaw. "Happy Holi, my little fire!" He smiled evilly at her. She just glared at her with her beautiful eyes which were the shape of eyes which every statue of Indian goddess has. "Aren't you going to colour me?" He mocked. "I don't have colours" She replied glaring hatefully at him.

The auction hall was drowned in silence. The scent of blood still lingered in the air, heavy, metallic, suffocating. No one dared to move, no one dared to breathe too loudly, afraid the same fate might befall them if they uttered a careless answer. The once-boisterous gathering of masters now sat stiff as stone, each pair of eyes lowered, each throat tight with fear. That was the end of the lively aunction. Only Marcia’s face betrayed anything beyond that silence. Pride curved her lips ever so slightly, a cruel glimmer lighting her gaze as if she had longed to witness this kind of scene. To her, the hall stinking of death was not horror, it was power.

"She doesn't know about our world. It's better this way." "She's so perfect. So fragile." His voice broke with agony. "If she finds out what kind of monster I really am, she'll be terrified." My heart almost stopped. Ryder... wasn't human? "Bullshit," one of his buddies jeered. "If you’re so tough, then stop whining on that encrypted forum every night. 'Midnight_Howler'... real creative." Midnight_Howler. I memorized the ID. I slipped back to my room and opened my laptop. I found the hidden forum called "The Den". With a few tricks, I registered and got in.

MIA “I used to draw that logo back when I was a witch. It's been so many years and I don't know who must have taken that logo and used it.” Since she was the one who drew it, it shouldn't be too hard to locate the person. “You know that not a lot of witches are still alive right? So it means that it had to be someone who was close to you or close enough to have seen your drawings and it's someone that is still alive. Do you know any of the witches that made it out of the attack?”

Elektra hugged Avyanna fiercely and sobbed into her hair. “ That was a terrible one”. “Elektra, I'm fine. Those demons will never mess with me again. They have tasted a few of my flames and I don't think coming back will be in their dictionary.” Time flew, and it was already 7. p.m. The girls began to do their make-up. Avyanna decided that tonight Midnight would shimmer like stars in the sky. She applied delicately mild makeup on her face. Avyanna decorated her eyelids with silver and glossed up her lips. It gave her an angelic look. Her gray eyes stood out and plump pink lips bubbled and shimmered.

Perhaps it was Layla’s fate to meet the beast who’d change her life, or s it the beast whose life going to be ruined with her fatal schemes. Midnight Feast 2020 FULLY SERVED! Midnight Feast is set on an imaginary world mainly within a place called the continent of Aghar. It encompasses the danger in the lives of humble citizens of Loire kingdom- especially the young orphan Layla, who fell in the hands of the ruthless nobles whose willing to sacrifice others’ lives in exchange for their own safety. Midnight Feast is a dark fantasy story with werewolves as the main characters. It sends a message to readers in an artistic way, unveiling the part of the darkest secret of the mind, the evil inten

his heart was pounding at the thought and only that it could be her. "Yes, so is this girl. But we have to be sure." "Did you hear any names from the other girls who are together?" "No, man," said Michael, disappointed. "What do they look like? I have seen some girls hanging out. If we are lucky, maybe he came with them." "Perfect, listen. One is dyed blonde with eyes in the color of honey. Long hair that reaches to the middle of her back." The description didn't remind him of anything. He was disappointed. "And the other girl?"