Midnight Angels Novels & Stories

Please God, let them not realize they deserve better, let them be my friends forever, please don’t spoil it this round,’’ I whispered a prayer quickly. My phone beeped and I picked it up to listen to the song. ANGELS BY MICHELLE MORRONE. I plugged my earphones in and listened to the song as I followed Cage’s instructions Life was awesome, the world was a beautiful place, a place full of dreams, if you were careful to see it, careful to open your eyes and notice the beauty in the world. I listened to the beautiful lyrics as I stood up to open my curtains. The world looked bright, the sun was shining bright, making everything to glisten, like crystals. I was smiling with my eyes closed as I in

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

Even in the evening time Angel determinated to go at the top hill alone she drives bravely in middle of dark street as she arrives there, staring at the bright lights of the city and feels the coldness of air these things exactly same feeling when Mike is with her she then closed her eyes suddenly, the winds rushed as Angel opens her eyes the tears suddenly fell she remembers their way every time they went in this place her feeling hurts as she keep staring at the bright city Angel: "wherever you are love, in the middle of your journey of here.. See me, I'm here without your self presence I can never hear any words from you, I already missed the way you are." then Angel lay in grass ground a

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

A smooth rich voice cut through the silence. “Do you truly not know who he is? Or are you just choosing to be willfully ignorant?” I looked up, and a few feet above us an angel hovered. Not a Nephilim, or a half-breed; but a full blooded angel. No wonder they were scared, Nephilim were strong but they were nothing against an original. His deep purple wings were spread wide, slowly beating the air with fluid motions. His hair, the color of midnight, hung in a thick fall around his shoulders. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, with lips twisted up into a sneer he was imposing; power radiating off of him in waves. One eyebrow arched when he didn’t receive an answer and instead the Nephil

Ace’s POV I got back home in the middle of the dark, and headed straight to bed. Angel was still sleeping peacefully, and I snuggled beside her, then held her into my arms as I listened to her rhythmed breathing. On the other hand, my racing thoughts didn't give me the privilege of getting to slumber, so I watched into the phantasmic sunrise amidst the dark, raging clouds. Around 7am, Angel regained consciousness. She didn't say a word, she just stood from my numb arm's rest, and disappeared into the bathroom.

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.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Sleep pulled me under before I could fight it. When I woke up, the room was dark. The lights were off. “Angel?” I called out. I sat up and went to the window, pulling the curtains aside. Outside, night had already fallen. “Angel,” I called again. No answer. My heart began to race. I fumbled for the switch and turned on the light. My eyes scanned the room, and then I saw her. She was on the floor. Sleeping. “What the hell…” I whispered. Why was she on the floor?

Charlie made another chime-noise. (Translation: AN ASTRAL WHAT NOW?) Rivener snapped, “Stay back—she’s scared.” Adrian ignored him. “Only unbound shifters take forms touched by the moon. This is power older than any pack—” Charlie tried to step back and promptly fell sideways, legs going everywhere. Rivener darted to her side and caught her before she faceplanted into a bush. “Easy. You’re okay.” Charlie made a frantic chiming sound. (Translation: I AM NOT OKAY.)