Midnight Blues Book Novels & Stories

Violet Before I knew it, the day of the Luna ceremony had arrived, and the entire Midnight Park hotel was alive with energy. Guests from across the nation, and even a few international figures, poured into the grand venue. It was an opulent spectacle—lavish floral arrangements in deep Midnight blues, Darkmoon’s vibrant violet, and silvers adorned every corner, the air rich with the hum of chatter and the clink of champagne glasses.

She asked, obviously trying to shift the conversation. “Well I was searching for you. I got lost and I stumbled upon the mansion's library.” I replied. “It must have been stressful.” “It was, but luckily someone directed me to your room. I also found a book in the library.” “What book?” “Midnight Howls by Orin Darkhowl.” I replied. “Let me guess, you need me to get the book out of the library for you. So that you can read it each time you come to my room.”

Chapter Eight Marguerite I rubbed on my eyes as I sat up on the unfamiliar bed and equally unfamiliar room, while I tried to recall the events of the previous night. Right. Challenge. Lost the game. Currently in Anders’ home.. I looked around the room once more, noting the beautiful view. It was painted cream and a light shade of purple. The bedsheets and duvet matched the purple. There was also a floor-to-ceiling window, though the blinds were currently closed, allowing little rays of sunlight to seep through. I didn’t get a good look at the room last night, while I was busy locking parts of me that I was sure I wouldn’t need anymore. That included my vulnerable and soft side. I pushed off

Moonlight poured through the tall window and turned the room silver and gray. I walked straight to the bookshelf and pressed the loose volume on the third shelf from the top. The panel clicked open with a soft snick. The safe sat behind it, a small iron box with the key still on the chain around my neck. My fingers shook when I fitted the key into the lock. Rowan stood close enough that I felt his warmth at my back but he didn’t touch me. He let me do this alone. The door swung open. Inside rested the book, exactly as I remembered. Midnight-blue leather with a small crescent, worn smooth from years of handling. I lifted it out with both hands, the weight felt heavier than it should have.

“All of you have heard the rumors and stories about the Midnight child. You have told your kids fairy tales and probably wondered if any of it had been true. It is.” Light murmurs of disbelief filled the room but none were loud enough to hinder the continuation of my words. “I have met with the witch who foretold of my birth and I have learned the whole truth of who I am. It maybe hard to believe, I know it is still hard for me, but within my soul lies a part of the Goddess herself. She has gifted me this piece of her to help guide our kind back to our intended path and away from the darkness that Eli and the Blood Moon pack are spreading.”

I cried so hard that I couldn't see my mother through the blurred tears. Ady's POV I don't know where I am, and the moonlight is bright, but the woods are dark. I had been running fast for a long time before I finally saw that fog was covering the whole forest. Thankfully, the wolf that bit my leg let me go after smelling the violet flowers that saved my life. I strolled because I could feel the severe damage that the wolf had done to my leg. My leg was beginning to numb and hurt, but I pulled it anyway. Jasper was the one who was howling earlier, and I heard him. It was almost a quarter past midnight. It hurts so much, and I am soaked in a cold sweat, and the wound feels on fire. Someone wa

Anything. The moon laughs at me with a sudden downpour of rain. Wow. I wouldn’t consider that a nudge, but okay. I know I can’t stay out here all night in the rain, but I’m not ready to leave yet. I haven’t gotten my fill of Amber yet. I could sleep on her porch. But I’m guessing she wouldn’t like that either. The sky lets a thunderous growl loose, and the rain gets even heavier. I guess the Goddess isn’t messing around. The house has gone dark, so maybe she’s asleep. I dash towards her porch, landing on it as softly as I can. I take my wet shirt off before propping myself up against the house. I pray she doesn’t find me. But a piece of me wonders what would happen if she opened that door an

--- Dawn. A kind of moment where the midnight, and early rise of morning meets in a certain knock of light in the blues of darkness, and right now, the moment was just it; the blend of dark blue, deepening it with the blooming light to rise, as downside was the awakened Seoul in city-lights; a faint shore of wavering Han river, the bridge of it was still gleaming in the lights of brightness. The late midnight rain had left the chilling breeze of the gone winters, blooming spring, and the freshness of the soil.

Blake I wake in the dead middle of the night to the feeling of being watched. The voices in my head skitter through my gray matter, whispering, tittering like they’re holding conversations with each other that they don’t want me to hear. Hushed whispers from the heavens cease abruptly as I sit up, rubbing my eyes, and look down at where Marianna is curled beside me, her head resting between the pillows. Her hand falls down my chest, settling in my lap. The moonlight paints her skin in silver. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

He smiled. After a long shower I head to bed in Liam’s room. He is still on the couch reading a book. Its not long before I am settled under the covers that I feel Liam lay down beside me. I don’t want to talk so I pretend to be asleep, within minutes he is snoring. *** I wake up to the moon shinning bright on my face. I don’t hear Liam snoring. I feel beside me and he is gone. I hear his footsteps heading down the hall and the front door creak open and then shut.