Midnight Angels Novels & Stories

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.)

I said quietly. Everyone stopped and turned to look at me. “What?” Xavier’s hand found mine again. I pointed toward the window, the forest beyond. Where the trees were swaying. And it wasn’t just from the wind. “How many are thry?” Falcon had her phone out. Already calling for backup. My father’s voice was barely a whisper. “All of them.” The lights went out completely. And in the darkness, I heard a voice, multiple voices speaking as one. “Little moon child. We’ve been searching for you.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

My eyes meet hers, before Shawn's, who is looking at me with that, ‘you've been caught’ stare. I break eye contact immediately, then look at Ophelia, who is looking between Shawn and I. Our both gaze collides, and she continues. “When Hati made his bargain with the Moon, he promised her to take from his lineage, whomever she prefers as a peace pact. After years of many generations, the moon chose Shawn, hence his silver eyes as opposed to ours. She blesses him with silver immunity, so that it does not burn him. And when he turned you, Eva, the pact stretched. You are blood of his blood now, in the Moon’s eyes. She cannot deny you the smallest mercy, because denying you would break the pact.”

my stomach turned at the thought. “Im afraid it is real. There is a rival clan that is trying to unleash a demon that is powerful enough to consume the entire planet. It’s been locked away for centuries, its anger almost destroyed the human race the last time it got out of its cage. The rivals have unlocked a door to the underworld and demons have been slipping through the crack” he said. “What does any of this have to do with me?” I asked.

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.

I agreed to listen closely and keep an open mind. “First you need to know, I am not who you think I am. I am an angel. I was sent here to make sure you stayed away from Damien and Lucifer. Things changed when I met you and I fell in love with you. Ramiel came today to tell me that someone has been hunting down angels looking for him and myself. There is a place called Halo it is basically a spa and day club for angels to hang out in. Whoever this person is managed to get past security and infiltrate Halo. They killed everyone there. All the angels and all the humans who worked there. We think it was Damien and we think he was trying to find you.” I could tell he was serious the emotion roll

It hummed with a sound that made my teeth ache—the sound of a billion hard drives spinning at once. **The Central Hub.** Standing at the base of the tower was an army. Not wolves. Not humans. They were **Angels**. At least, that’s what they looked like. They were ten feet tall, made of white porcelain, with wings made of fiber-optic cables. They held swords of pure, white light. "The 'Security Subroutines,'" Rowan hissed, his bronze skin beginning to glow with a violet fire. "They’ve come to 'Format' the drive."

And wanting the wings doesn’t have to be a secret — he knows that. It has to be him. Samiel was a mistake. We go down together, and suddenly the lights in the Nox go out, drowning everything in darkness. Then one light flares, bright and cold. Another follows. And another. Until seven of them stand before me, so intense that the club seems to vanish inside the glow. Time stops in the hall, everything too still. Even my breath. Seven angels. Waiting for my decision.

She sighed, looking at her hands. "I'm sorry. I can't help you there. Plus, you were my mother's best friend. It feels awkward." "I know, I'm a few centuries older than you and called you a baby angel on your last visit but then I realized angels are only babies when they are in the first 2 years of their life. As soon as they turn 3, they are young angels until they are 7 years old. You’re just a young angel. Not a baby angel. And I’m still are very attractive and it doesn't matter in angels because we never grow old. We're always young." She shrugged.

Two angels stood at the silver edge of a heavenly cloud staring down at the mortal world down below. Their faces were clouded with remorse. Their gazes focused on a group gangly teenagers, each in a separate part of the globe. They all differed in races and ages but somehow were connected to each other even with the distance between them. "It's starting soon..." a husky male voice said. His voice vibrated like a thousand drums and echoed through the emptiness of the sky. He was the angel Michael. He was an angel of nature and temperance.