Midnight Angels Novels & Stories

* * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * * Midnight. Bethel felt taps on her shoulder from her sleep. The two grew more fierce and she had to open her eyes. "Angel" she called,seeing the little girl in her room. She rubbed her face with her palm and could see his worried Angel looked. "What's wrong?" She asked,sitting up on the bed. "Mom.... something.....is...isss...in my room" Angel said. "What's in your room?" She asked. "A ghost" Angel bursted out in tears and the hairs at the back of Bethel's neck stood..

"What were your parents thinking when they bought the house you're living in. I swear it's haunted, at least that's what the rumors say. You should see how creepy the place looks on Halloween night. It's fucked up." I laughed, the fear in her tone shining through, "My father loves projects for one and as for Halloween, you haven't seen scary. My dad goes all out." It was a holiday that technically celebrated him so of course, he did. Making sure everything was as scary as it seemed. I had read that Dark angels were strongest at midnight, the start of Halloween. My father confirmed it, considering how stupid mortals are, wanting to conjure up demons and whatnot. The amount of fear that loomed

he giggles. Muchie then lazily looks at his friend, sighing at the look on its face. His friend sure is the Angel of Death, no mercy at the souls in his hands. It even laughs sweetly like it didn't just take an innocent soul. Although the Angel of Death keeps a dangerous smile on his face pairing it with an innocent look, Muchie knows he was just a misguided kid. At his age of twelve, he was appointed to such title, to take lives while Muchie at eighteen is a level three guardian angel.

She rinsed the soap off her body before she started on her hair and continued singing. “Somebody cries in the middle of the night….the neighbors hear, but they turn out the light…a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate….when morning comes it’ll be too late…..Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as stone in a world that she can’t rise above…but her dreams give her wings…and she flies to a place where she’s loved…concrete angel….A statue stands in a shaded place….an angel girl with an upturned face….her name is written on a polished rock….a broken heart that the world forgot…through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone in a world that she can’t rise above…but her dreams

' She wondered. That Friday night, Chiara went with her father to Moonlight club. It was an exclusive nightclub frequented by socialites, celebrities and rich people owned by Carlos Nicolettis. Immediately they walked in, a huge man in the VIP section came down to meet them. They weaved around the drunk people on the dance floor and followed the man to an office in the back.

"See you tomorrow. " Laura's eyes widened. "I...I don't think that's a good idea. You can't see me." He smiled. "We'll see about that," like he had something in mind. "Take care of yourself and make sure to dream of me." She rolled her eyes. "That I'm not sure of." She said and he chuckled. "Goodnight, angel." He said. "I'll call you tomorrow." She stiffened. "But you don't have my mobile number."

I stayed with Justin throughout the morning. Luckily for him the wraiths had improved. They were faster and more precise and could even doge slightly. For being soul spirits of the deceased they had improved greatly. At around midday Justin waved the wraiths off. “They are doing better.” I spoke carefully watching him dunk a bucket of water over his head. “Not good enough. They need to not hesitate. Kill faster and more cleaner.” Justin paused “If they are not ready by Summer Solstice, Eric will not let it go lightly.”

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

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.”

This is such a horrible, horrible feeling. My faucet's tap suddenly turned on, and water gushed out. I no longer questioned who did it. My guardian angel did. I just went and rinse my mouth to get rid of all the sour aftertaste. All the gagging seemed to have my strength sapped all over my body. Like the drainage on my sink was a huge vacuum sucking my life force away. I collapsed and the last thing I remembered was a pair of arms carrying me again, taking me into my bedroom and placing me gently down. “Naughty unicorn.” My angel growled in humor.