Mid Night Blues Novels & Stories

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.”

Dear Reader, Thank you for walking this long journey with me. For holding Lunessa’s hand in the darkness. For standing beside Azrik through the fire. For dreaming with me, until the very end. But is it really the end? Some stories are too powerful to end here. Shaelith and Seraphira still have their tale to tell. ‘Twins of Midnight’ is coming January 2026. Set in a new age, where the world has shifted but their powers remain, only haunted by the mistake of their father.

In their place was something new, something raw and honest. She was owned by Midnight. And as she looked up at the stars while he drove her back toward the edge, she knew that the dark desire series had only just begun. There was no going back to the light.

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

He had not seen his mother's face for almost three years! The soldiers are no less. They were always willing to hold him down for his father to torture him. The servants treated him worse. Everything would have been bearable if his appearance were his only flaw. Dante was half insane too. During some nights he was normal, other nights, especially at midnight, a strange song in his head would exert control over him. He would destroy things, try to end his life, and end up locked away in chains in the palace barn.

I couldn’t help it—that tension between the three of us was palpable. Midnight stood up, and with him, the whole mood shifted. His eyes passed over me, and I felt the heat of his dominant presence before he even got close. I didn’t need to move—he just came up to me and, in one swift motion, pulled me off Gutemberg’s lap. "Oh." "Hey!" Gutemberg protested. "We’re going to bed," Midnight said, his voice so cold it made me swallow hard. Gutemberg, however, didn’t like it one bit. He grimaced and cursed under his breath.

It was a midnight blue color which she said brought memories of her mother. I turned to Axel, "Place another call to them, give an ultimatum of twelve midnight. It could turn out a lot worse if I handled it personally but I have to take care of Neilla until she delivers." And that was a truth. It'd been a long time since I had those flash episodes of rage and deep sated hate during the super moon. I remember a time on one of those ugly nights when Neilla had slinked away from the watchful eyes of Axel and Annabella, coming into the dungeon where I was lashing out my anger despite the heavy dosage of silver injected into my veins.

“I’m sure they can’t wait to meet you. You’re going to have a fantastic life in Moon Valley.” “They’ll make me be a whore,” she moans. Jesse can’t help laughing, just a little. “Midnight, I promise, no one will make you be a whore.” She goes silent and Jesse lets her have a moment to think. When she speaks again, Midnight’s voice is softer than before, and laced with fear. “She’s going to take my magic from me,” she whispers. “Who is?” Jesse asks, his shoulders straightening in surprise. “The blonde rat!” Midnight moans, devastated at the idea.

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

Aimee POV It's 3 am and it's finally quiet around here. The older pups woke up from nightmares and the young pups woke up from hunger frequently. All the maids switched out with the midwives and nannies so they could rest. I asked them to go back to their other jobs tomorrow and that the midwives, nannies, and I would handle the pups.