Midnight Blues Book Novels & Stories

It was beginning to get embarrassing how horny I was. “First of all, we are not girls. We are sexy ass grown women” Blue crisply states. Oh no. This was the beginning of their banter. One that I didn’t have energy for. “You know what I mean” Midnight explained unbothered. Blue snarls “No I don’t” “Yes you do” Midnight fires back. I decide to interject. They were starting to give me a headache. My focus right now should be on the boy downstairs who is down like a rainy weather.

•|•|• "A keffer? Do not speak of those curses unless you wished to be cursed yourself." •|•|• [Kayos] Peace and Quiet. The darkness was my home and I reveled in the quietness that accompanied the midnight as I casually flipped through the book I was reading in the dark. Despite having no candle light to see, I was quite able to read the words as clear as if it where day, only looking up when the door suddenly opened.

------------- ------------------------ In the Shoggoth's layer . . . ------------- ------------------------ Jane was curled up in a ball somewhere in the darkness. She had run out of tears, breath and prayers many minutes earlier. She no longer believed that Red was going to tear through the surrounding blackness on a magnificent steed adorned with shining armor and rescue Jane. There was no light . . . only the Dark One. The Dark One was almost intoxicated. The girl was on the edge and beginning to fall slowly into the abyss. It had been whispering into her mind . . . telling her stories of agony and ecstasy intertwined.

A gull glided in, skimming the water, dipping its head in and coming up with a fish that disappeared quickly down the bird’s gullet like a magic trick. After a few minutes, he made his way from River Street and back across Bay where it intersected with Jefferson. Walking at a leisurely pace, he wound through the City Market and then continued on past the Civic Center. He had no real destination in mind, eventually turning left onto Taylor and down to Monterey Square with the marble monument to General Pulaski at its center. The Mickve Israel Temple overlooked the square in all its Gothic Revival splendor. In the southeastern corner was the infamous Mercer House, formerly owned by antique dea

But when I was about to put the book back on the shelf, my hand gripped the book tighter. "Oh, Moon Goddess," cried Eliz, stepping back to avoid me. A blue light flashed out of the book, and suddenly the wind was fast enough to open all the sheets of the book before my eyes. I felt my iris come to light when I saw the book in my hand. There are so many whispers that I hear, and they seem to be scrambling to know me. Some of them whispered while singing familiar melodies to my ears.

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.'

Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in. “You're here already, Eva.” Colin said, acknowledging me, a wide smile on his lips. “Not too long ago.” I replied, returning the smile. I sneak a glance at Shawn. He watched me like a hawk. Like he knew what I'd been doing. My eyes slowly stray to the big book, just to be sure I had actually closed it. The golden back rested heavily on the rest of the book, “The Codex Luporum” deeply engraved on it, you could pour water in it, and it'll sit comfortably.

Midnight arrived thick and heavy, the countryside studio wrapped in complete darkness except for the blood-red safelight glowing inside the darkroom. The air was warmer than usual, thick with the sharp tang of developer chemicals and the faint metallic scent of heated metal from the enlarger. Lucian had messaged me simply: “Midnight. Wear nothing under your coat. We’re developing until dawn.” I stepped inside wearing only a long black coat over bare skin, my body already tingling with anticipation and nerves.

Most were about history, leadership, strategy. But there were a few that surprised me. Poetry. Classic literature. A worn copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. I smiled despite everything. Xavier reading poetry felt… unexpected. I pulled the poetry book out. Flipped through it. Some pages were dog-eared. Lines underlined. “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” My throat tightened. I put the book back so fast you would think it burned me. Then I moved to his desk.

Receiving the Midnight's Mark that changed everything. Would the Moon Goddess mark anyone tonight? The eclipse reached totality. The blood-red moon hung in the sky. And nothing happened. No cries of pain. No marks appearing. Just silence. Iris felt oddly relieved. The Midnight's Mark had brought so much joy and pain to her family. Maybe it was time for it to rest. But then she felt something. Not a mark. Not pain. Just—presence. The Moon Goddess. Iris could not see her. But she felt her. Ancient. Powerful. Watching.