Midnight Castle Forum Novels & Stories

“Who knows what will happen at midnight?” I can’t stop smiling at the picture until Liam pokes me in the side and points to a stage where Alpha and Luna Williams are standing. Everyone else takes notice and quiets down, giving them our full attention. “Hello Everyone, welcome to the Emerald Mountain Mating Gathering. With the kickoff of this event and with the blessings of the Moon Goddess, we are looking forward to the beginning of fruitful mating season.” Alpha Williams greets us with a warm smile. He and Luna Williams give us instructions on where to stand when dinner finishes and tell us all what to expect at midnight when the moon is at its peak.

Even his team behind him was awfully quiet and throwing knowingly glances at each other, especially the woman in the group. Sitting comfortably on the couch in front of a wide flat screen TV, Damon watches the agent being flocked by dozens of mic thrusts into his direction by those hungry journalists wanting to be first on the news update. “This facility formerly belong to a syndicate headed by Cristobal Burson. Who was unfortunately reported dead a decade ago and is this place had been abandoned since then.” Damon raises an eyebrow, commending how smoothly the pesky agent answered it. Then right after the other, another inquiry had been raised.

They went through the hallway and passed the corridor, which was lit by torches burning eerily blue without smoking. "It's a castle," whispered Cassandra, stepping over to a window set deeply in the wall. Through the panes of thickly glazed glass, she could see moonlight falling on the inner courtyard. But it was too dark to see anything beyond that. "I don't see anyone out there. And I don't hear anything, either." The massive walls held silence as thick as butter. Only the flickering torches moved. "Good thing that Koschei isn't here yet," Owlyn said softly as if she was afraid of someone listening. "But we still have to be careful. All right, you and I must go find the dungeon."

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.

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

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at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

I asked. "T-that's what he ordered." Sam stuttered, his expression draw nervousness all over his face, Sam is only seventeen, and Mrs. White accepts minors to take a part-time job with their parent's consent. "Sir, I think this is your order," I said. "You think?" He asked and put his newspaper down and intently looking at me made me gulp for no reason, the way he look at me looked intimidating and seductive.

I was in the middle of nowhere. I quickly noted the obvious that this was a castle. A damned castle made out of obsidian blocks! From the stonework on the outer wall and the winding black pillars this thing was massive. If I peered down closely a ravine appeared which led to nothing but darkness. It looked as though the ravine surrounded the entire building meaning the castle was standing on a slab of earth. Giving the whole shadow vibe a whole new level of scariness.My fingers sizzled with ice on the windowsill as I drummed them in thought. Where was Vivian?

“I should check on the girls.” I smirked. “I saw what you did with the dollhouse and ‘Heaven,’ or whatever that is.” “No, no,” he said with the seriousness of a man discussing military strategy. “It’s a castle. There's a princess, her evil stepmother, and betrayal in every hallway. And the other one? That’s Heaven, ruled by immortal beings who look over Earth.” I froze mid-sip, blinking at him. “Are you... actually invested in their games?”