Midnight Castle Forum Novels & Stories

I followed him, my heartbeat loud in my ears. Ahead, a midnight-black infinity pool stretched along the cliff’s edge, its silver-trimmed waters glowing like captured starlight. Beyond it, a fire-lit courtyard flickered softly, with obsidian benches circling a ritual pit. The kind of place where deals were sealed in blood and vows under moonlight weren’t just metaphors. Past that, a glimpse of the private combat arena—lit but quiet. Shadow-obstacles flickered like ghosts, waiting to be summoned. The whole place felt like it was holding its breath. Waiting to decide what I was.

And he had a throne he was vying for, so his strength was important to him. “Trusting around here is a bit easier said than done,” I murmured, “especially when your kind executes Werewolves for no good reason.” Neil’s jaw set hard, eyes flashing. I must have struck yet another nerve. But then Castor cleared his throat and stepped forward. “I think we have all spent too much time in the castle lately. How about a drink?”

No warning. Just the familiar cold, precise handwriting that made something sharp curl low in my stomach. Meet me in the greenhouse. Midnight. —T No greeting. No request. Just another demand wrapped in distance and frost. Naturally, I went. Not because he asked. But because I wanted to know why. — Midnight in Castle Thorne was a different kind of quiet. Not empty. Never empty. But hushed, like the walls were listening. Judging.

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

By Wednesday morning the rumour had grown legs and started running. It wasn’t just quiet hallway talk anymore. Boys in the SS3 common room during break were repeating bits of it out loud: “Did you see Miss A’s literature boys yesterday? They stayed back again. Door locked. Blinds down.” One laughed low. “Extra revision? Yeah right. Chidi looked like he was about to cry when he came out.” Another voice, quieter: “Khalid was smiling though. Like he owns the place.”

In their place was something new, something raw and honest. She was owned by Midnight. And as she looked up at the stars while he drove her back toward the edge, she knew that the dark desire series had only just begun. There was no going back to the light.

Midnight, “Who remembered me so late at night?” I wondered. I opened the message. The number was unknown to me. The message was saying: ‘What are you doing?’ “Are they kidding me? What could I do for such an hour?” I thought. “Anyway, I will answer, and I will see.” I answered: “I am out grazing the sheep.” I waited for a little while, and the answer came: “That is funny. Are you going to milk it too? I mean, if you are okay.”

(Kate’s pov) I’m running late getting back from training. I’m currently drying my hair when Trent links me letting me know that Red Moon pack is here. Suddenly Midnight sits up in my mine. M: Go downstairs. K: why what’s wrong? M: I don’t know hurry.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

It soon began to rain, yet they remained in it, and she remained silent and still as way before the rain. "If he dies. . ." He left it short and whooshed away. SOMEWHERE ELSE IN TOWN: At midnight, in a room was gathered men and woman, supposedly witches. Candles lighted the entire room with all sort of weird drawings on the wall. Suddenly, a woman walked to the stage and calmed the murmur among the audience. "You all know why we are gathered here tonight," she began. "The Castles have declared war. They might be invulnerable to our magic, but the Vampire not completely, and as a matter of fact he's now alone. It's payback time, what say you all?"