Midnight Castle Forum Novels & Stories

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."

And presented I was. As my guards paraded me through the hall, I could see them smiling. I could hear screams, and the crack of implements. The proprietors of The Castle had gone to a lot of trouble to recreate a very scary medieval dungeon. Racks, iron maidens, stocks, hot irons. Disneyland for twisted desires. The only light was from torches. There were six women chained, naked, to the back wall. I became the seventh while my three Masters conferred with a man wearing a black tunic and black leggings. He was quite handsome -- rugged face, dark brown hair and well-barbered beard. He had one ruby earring in his ear. He was showing my Masters a rack with dozens of impact toys -- floggers, sin

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.

The Stain Estate had never been quiet. Shadows lurked in every corner, and the legacy of power that had haunted its walls for generations whispered in the corridors like restless ghosts. But tonight, the silence shattered—not with footsteps or arguments, but with an earth-shattering roar that shook the foundations of the estate itself. In the west wing, two young figures—twins barely past their tenth year—stood trembling, sweat and tears streaking their faces. Their eyes glowed unnaturally, amber and silver flickering with energy they could neither control nor fully comprehend.

He kept pounding into me, his cock hardening with every thrust. “Ahhh…” he shuddered, his body tensing before he pulled out, his release spilling onto my ass. I let out a deep, shaky breath as we both collapsed onto the bed. “Mia… Mia, have you seen Ryan?” my mom called from downstairs. My eyes widened, and I sprang up quickly, my heart racing as I turned to look at Ryan. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” he murmured, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

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?