Midnight Books La Novels & Stories

Under The Moonlight: Collection of Mate Bond Stories INTO THE DARKNESS SAGA (Ten Years after STHOMA) Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha’s Little Demon Braving The Darkness: One Night With The Demon King Beyond The Darkness: The Alpha’s Little Witch (Coming OCT 2023) THE ALPHA BLOOD CIRCLE SERIES (Ten Years after Beneath Her Darkness) She’s The Luna I Want The Beta And I Gamma Book (Austin&Lexi) coming soon Gold Book (Nadine & Xander) not yet written Orange Book (Zach Adams) not yet written Green Book (Kairo Evans) not yet written Blue Book (Cyrus Williamson) not yet written

It wasn't until she noticed the strange book tucked away in the corner that she was able to distract herself from her thoughts. "I almost missed one," she whispered. As she walked over to it, she noticed that its cover was worn, and it seemed to emit a faint glow that caught her attention. Maybe it's how the moon perfectly acted as its own spotlight that made it seem so glowy, but it's not just that. She somehow felt a little hint of amusement as she stared at it. As she approached the book, she saw the shinny title written on it, Lunaria, and she couldn't help but be intrigued. The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive.

Jake mindlinks. His voice threatens to ruin the only peace I’ve felt in the last year. The water glistens in the moonlight, begging me to stay. I shut my mindlink off and oblige. Scooting off the rock that’s held me most of the day, I walk towards the little clearing. This clearing occupies most of my memories. It’s only fitting that I sleep here on what could be the last time I’ll ever see this place. I look behind each tree, hoping to find my dad’s stash of blankets and clothes. He always kept stuff here, just in case. I thought it was a stupid idea when I was a kid, but I’m grateful for it now. I yank a blanket out of the basket and cover myself with it, watching the fireflies dance with

On the back, in blood-colored ink: “Midnight. Saint Lyra’s Cathedral. Come alone. Wear white gloves.” She shouldn’t have gone. She knew that. But curiosity was a more dangerous drug than power. Saint Lyra’s Cathedral was three towns over—abandoned, supposedly condemned, its stained glass windows still intact like a church that had made a deal with the devil to preserve its beauty. The town around it had rotted. But the building remained immaculate. And at midnight, it glowed. Dozens of figures moved like shadows around its entrance—each masked, cloaked, or collared. Some crawled on all fours. Some stood like statues. No one spoke.

Sofia The Midnight Lounge was Moonveil’s crown jewel—a place whispered about in glossy magazines and exclusive circles, but never openly advertised. A single black door stood on an unmarked street, guarded by a man in a sharp suit whose gaze assessed everything in a second flat. Once inside, the world shifted. Amber light spilled across polished marble, the ceilings lost in a haze of gold and shadow. The air hummed with low jazz and quiet power. Conversations were soft but deliberate, a hundred little games being played under the cover of music and laughter.

She has read that book too? Midnight was a character from one of his first books. The book was about a young man, who because of being possessed by demons, would go on a killing spree every midnight, the sight and scent of the blood being the only salvation from the mental and physical pain these demons brought him. That fucker was a total psycho. Jake felt wronged. Why should she call him that? Does Ryder think of him as a psycho? Yet, upon noticing Ryder beaming proudly like a little child, he didn't have the heart to refuse. "Why not."

(INTO THE LULLABY) “BORN as one, but split by time, twins that should never depart will hold the sun and the other the moon. The starts in between and the life they hold, protected, the ones who should protect, but will be torn by fate and lies. How would their life end up into, from the loop of insanity that’s starting to mark their reality?” With the book that she holds within her hands, the title that is unrecognizable in the present time, and with the words that no one could read, but somehow, she can. The gift from above that she considers her treasure, is asking her for something that’s kept her wondering for a while now, where it rings along with the following words. “Alone at night?

He wouldn't be here before the sun heating profusely, standing straight on head, just a few minutes before lunch. "Sir, One of the gang from sunset city has been spotted at the middle of the night. Coming sharp at twelve midnight and leave exactly on three on the morning." Like a horse track, he started without letting a gap to breathe in between the words. At the midst of half panicking, and half struggling against words and his aching lungs who desperate for air after those run he made, he doesn't notice from the dark room filled with mahogany woods smell and something minty in the air, two shining eyes like the cat's eyes in the dark staring back to him, ready to attack. The many stack of

The intensity of his stare that she can still vividly recall inside her head. “I have some business nearby.” Finally, Midnight briefly replied. “But you do not have any business here.” Rio lifted her head. “What do you mean I don’t have any business here?” Midnight raised his eyebrows. “I—I’ve read some articles,” Rio responded. “Your company lies on Neuvo Leon.” Is she going to profess how she had made a research about Midnight? She expected for him to be shocked, but an Alpha male like a Del Fierro himself do not get caught off guard so easily. ‘stead of, Midnight’s lips protruded into a sly smile that made him appeared dangerously handsome.

Shelly pulled me inside, leaving Aubrey standing by the door. After going through the different sections, Shelly finally got three books that she found fascinating. I only bought one book ‘Midnight Sun’ by Trish Cook. It was released back in 2017 but Shelly told me that she never got to read it. Some of her friends did tell her though that it was a good read so I bought it. The outline was what caught my eyes. It did seem interesting. Shelly made me promise to lend her the book once I was done reading it. I promised but in return, she had to let me borrow some of the books she already had at home.