Midnight Blood Novels & Stories

Even I does I'll just going to have nightmares. I only sleeps 2-3 hours and on weekdays I spent the whole day resting using sleeping pills, my body clock is already ruined long time ago. My shift start at 9 pm and the first thing I do whenever I go to work is to make the three go to sleep first. I get out from my room and walked in front of them, I stand firmly in front of them and crossed my arms. The sound coming from a horror film behind me battered when the thunder strike with the high volume that even the next building can be disturb.

[3rd POV—Damon] Blood. That was all that he could see. The crimson, viscous liquid pooled around the concrete floor and flooded his vision. He wasn’t supposed to be afraid of it. In fact, he had to bathe himself numerous times with the blood of his enemies. He even knows what’s the taste of it. However, it becomes entirely different when the blood that is spilling right now is from the woman he cherished the most. His beacon of light.

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

These were all written in blood. The night drew closer and campers were all inside their tent when the hungry-looking beast walked into camp dropping the note he had written in the middle of the camp. The beast left. The night was long, the moon hung high in the velvety night sky, casting a soft, silvery glow over the camp tents. Stars shimmered like distant diamonds, forming constellations that whispered stories. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, their shadows dancing in the moonlight. It was the dawn of a new day, the sun shone brightly making it a lovely day.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

The rest of the Midnight Club was jolted awake at the scream when what they saw turned their faces ashen, their jaws dropped to an image that will forever be ingrained on their head. Dean was slumped on the floor with eyes opened very wide, a big laceration was slashed across his neck, blood gushing out every second until he was lying on a pool of crimson red and choking on his own blood. He wrapped his hands around his neck in vain, attempting to stop the bleeding to no avail. “FUCK!” Gwyneth was screaming as well as the rest were frozen in horror. “QUICK! Grab your shit and let’s get the fuck out of here!” Mickey shouted in panic.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

Leah The blood moon rose red and terrible. I stood at my window, watching it climb the sky, my stomach in knots. Tonight. It had to be tonight. The blade sat heavy under my bed, waiting. In a few hours, when the moon reached its peak, I would coat it with my blood. Activate it. And then I couldn’t finish the thought. For two days, I’d been fighting doubt. Fighting the memory of Ares’s voice in that empty study.

Blood seeped through the fabric, warm against my shaking hands. I swallowed hard. “Okay. First step: stop bleeding. Second step: don’t panic. Third step: find magical vampire first-aid kit.” A drawer slid open with a loud shunk. I yelped. “BRENDA! That is NOT helping!” Inside the drawer sat a crystal bottle full of thick dark liquid. I stared. I blinked. I stared again. “…Is that blood?” The lights flickered once. Yes. “Is it vintage? Like… does blood expire?”

So I laid down and went back to sleep, letting myself drift off to sleep again. ***** When I woke up, Marcello was still around. Him and Veronica were so engaged in whatever they were laughing about that they did not notice me walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. They must have done some more cleaning while I was asleep because everywhere was tidy now. And the books? They were still right where they were. I was hungry. I needed to feed... with blood. This was the part of my nature that I hated and constantly tried to avoid every day. But roasted meat could only get me so far.