Midnight Blood Novels & Stories

Bronislava "Slava" Ignatova The threat of midnight hung in the air like an iron blade. Eight hundred miles away, Matrena and my former pack were burning a master vial of my unsealed blood over a dark altar, trying to collapse my heart before the clock struck twelve. I didn't give Vaelin a chance to answer Nikolai's panicked warning in the sanctuary. As the dark blood claim spell spiked violently in my chest, pain shot through my sternum like liquid fire, and the world went completely black.

I had spent my entire life believing magic belonged to stories my sisters used to tell to scare me. My stomach twisted as I remembered the way Cerus looked at me. He could see straight through me, couldn’t he? I was tense, waiting for the moment he would confront me and ask me who I really was. A shiver passed down my spine, trying to ignore the thoughts that flew through my mind. I closed my eyes for a moment, but the darkness behind them brought something else. My nightmares and memories. It always stared with a flash of red cloth and man’s deep voice. I could never make out what he was saying, but the rumble of it was a terrible sound.

For some reason, I didn’t want to risk it. Blood rushed into my ears as I clicked on the text, my heart racing against my ribs. UNKNOWN NUMBER _What are you doing?_ 11:45 _Let me see you_ 11:50 I could feel my blood pumping as I stared at the text. I knew who it was. But I couldn’t resist the thought that made me ask. ME _Who is this?_ 12:20 He opened the text immediately. My heart slammed against my ribs, and I bit down on my thumbnail, my legs bouncing restlessly beneath me as I saw the typing icon pop up.

I admit. "None of us do." Merrick almost smiles. "But we're figuring it out together." "Together," I repeat. The word feels strange on my tongue. But not wrong. The moon rises higher. The Blood Moon is here. And for the first time in my life, I'm not afraid. --- The first one comes at midnight. I feel her before I see her. A presence at the edge of my consciousness. Familiar. Ancient. Like a memory I forgot I had.

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”

Jax Shit. I'm late. If I miss class again there's no way to save my car from being taken away. Again. I was going to be on time but I saw her in the hallway. Sitting cross legged handing a paper to a freshman. Her long dark hair falling around her face and tiny frame. Her hand catches the corner of her folder and pulls down her sleeve revealing a very dark and unflattering mark on her creamy skin.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

ADY “Where on earth is he?” I kept searching for Damon, but I always returned to the Ruins. I casually hopped over the fence and entered. The ruins are shrouded in an eerie silence, with darkness enveloping everything. I heard some unusual sounds coming from above. Out of nowhere, a hand landed on my shoulder, instantly sending a wave of warmth through my body. Damon casually stood in front of me and effortlessly switched places with me. I witnessed the boulder narrowly miss Damon’s back, causing a surge of shock to course through me. The boulder shattered upon impact, yet he remained utterly composed. How did Damon manage to surprise me and enter without my knowledge? How was he supposed to

One day, something must’ve flipped in Dad’s stupid, annoying head because on my eighteenth birthday, when I woke up, all my bags were packed for me, my phone was destroyed, and I had been in the back of his car on the road to someplace that took me ages to figure out how to escape from. “Hello?” Elise said, waving a hand in my face and handing me a drink. Two scars from a wolf attack years ago peeked out from underneath the top of her shirt. “What’s with you tonight?” How could I tell her I had missed this place so much? That I missed those wolves too? That I feared Dad would find me sooner than I expected? Deciding that I wouldn’t let Dad ruin tonight for me, I smiled at her and grabbed the

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'