Midnight Blood Novels & Stories

“What’s in that?” Emma’s good mood vanished as she turned solemn, “Blood.” She gulped looking queasy, “it’s for Damion if he is uninterested in the girls they bring him.” Yuck. Vampires were monsters and Damion just proved my view on them. “Can you help me move my stuff?” I shivered thinking of sleeping in the same room as Eric. Emma looked apologetic, “I heard. I’m sorry Val lucky for you Eric usually leaves at night.”

Helos smiled and urged her on. Midnight looked here and there. Then she bit her own self and wiped the blood that pooped out with her finger. She made a sign on the floor with that blood and placed her hand on top of that. " I swear my loyalty to you with my very blood. " A fire lit the very spot as she did so and Midnight yelled again in pain. " That's better... " Helos smiled with satisfaction and tossed a drop from that dark bottle as Midnight licked it off from the ground.

Tonight, was the night. Alpha Hardin ran through the streets looking for the fight. He was able to end the lives of five scattered wolves before encountering the heart of the battle. All around him his town was in flames and the lives of his pack, his family were taken away. No matter how hard each and every wolf fought, they all went down. The only members of the Midnight pack that were spared that night were the young children who were offered a chance to join the Blood Moon pack. Only ten of the twenty children accepted, the rest met the same fate as their parents.

In the middle of the night, as stars shimmered above and the moon shined throughout the dark ink sky, its light lighted the way of our beloved character who currently was up to no good, now you're probably wondering why was she still awake on this unholy time. Well to answer your question Midnight isn't your typical 15 years old, no she was far more mature than most kids of her age and what she was about to do can send her straight to jail with a life's worth of imprisonment. With that looming thought in mind, didn't even phase her one bit for money was still money and if she doesn't do this then her head will be the price for the collateral damage.

Jack and Henry's getaway vehicle, an old pick-up truck, was parked right outside. They'd planned it for midnight, and so far everything was going just right. Scarlet's house key was right where they knew it would be, under a stone near the backdoor. They quietly got in. Thank goodness Scarlet didn't have a dog or an alarm system, and they made their way with their small flashlights in the elegant house to the master bedroom. As they entered her room they snuck up and caught her fully asleep.

He shook his head, “No. I tortured her badly, but the only thing that changed was her face, she shifted into her real form. She’s not even from this territory.” “How did we miss this?” I muttered under my breath, more to myself than anyone else. “This isn’t the time for blame,” Lunessa said, standing up despite her shaking legs. “We need to find out where they are. The Blood Moon is in a week.” That made me stop breathing for a second. The Blood Moon, happening between full moons this time. The year of the Snake. It is a powerful time. The timing wasn’t a coincidence. “That’s true…” I said, dragging a hand through my hair, trying to think, trying not to punch a hole in the wall.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

“At least we know your shadows still work, even when you’ve had a little of your corruption cleared.” “Oh,” Midnight says, going a bit stiff with surprise in his arms, her eyes going wide. “I…I guess we do.” Midnight barely sleeps, tossing and turning in the bed, her wolf’s sad and desperate little howls echoing in her mind. She groans, pressing the heels of her palms in against her eyes, wrapping her shadows around her for comfort as she’s always done. Still, she doesn’t allow herself to slam the mental door on her wolf’s pain, forcing herself to witness it.

Mason's Point Of View ‘BLOOD’ The midnight air was strong with the putrid stench of blood, and the gibbous moon hung up in the midnight sky, radiating in all its might. But it was red, bloody red. Probably soaked with all the blood spilled by that psycho. Yes, the red ghoul! I could feel the energy of all the lives he had taken weigh heavily on the moon, it was like a sacrifice in exchange of some power no witch should have.

The night had descended upon them like a cloak of shadows, the moon hanging high in the sky, blood-red and foreboding. The Bloodmoon. It was said that when the moon turned such a color, destinies were sealed and fates were rewritten. For Seraphina Vale, the night was an omen one she had no choice but to face.