Midnight Castle Forum Novels & Stories

There would be a hidden hole at the bottom of each box where we can check if it was open or not from time to time. It’s not a guarantee that it would work but at least it’s something that we can work with. And if one of them does break, at least we can narrow down the suspects. Midnight and the cookbook sections were a good spot. It’s because no one would ever dare visit those places in the first place. Especially Midnight’s cubicle. I heard that Midnight would bite any stranger that would go near him. Maybe that was why Ace would personally groom his stallion.

“Why not?” “I’m not sure. I’m not sure if it’s accessible, honestly.” He sighs over the hissing of the kettle, turning to grab it and gingerly pour the water over the coffee grounds. “You know, my aunt used her powers–used the mask to raise the Firestone castles from their resting places. The castle in Moonrise was under the lake–totally submerged for millenia. But… there’s been talk from time to time about unfinished sections of the city–places that didn’t rise from the lake. Hidden temples, hidden squares, other places of worship that stayed hidden for whatever reason. I don’t know much about the Mystics, but they’re the guards of the secrets of the Moon Goddess, and based on what we know

Lantern makers in Mooncrest, Nightveil, and Bloodthorn worked overtime, cursing cheerfully as they burned fingers and smudged paint. When the night came, the air carried that particular edge that meant the season was thinking about changing again. Not quite chill, not quite warm. Expectant. We gathered on one of the higher terraces of the castle—the same one I’d once hidden on to catch my breath. Tonight, it was anything but empty. My brothers were there, scattered along the stone rail. Rowan was half over it already, making exaggerated monster noises at a pack of pups who shrieked with mock terror and then charged him anyway.

"She doesn't know about our world. It's better this way." "She's so perfect. So fragile." His voice broke with agony. "If she finds out what kind of monster I really am, she'll be terrified." My heart almost stopped. Ryder... wasn't human? "Bullshit," one of his buddies jeered. "If you’re so tough, then stop whining on that encrypted forum every night. 'Midnight_Howler'... real creative." Midnight_Howler. I memorized the ID. I slipped back to my room and opened my laptop. I found the hidden forum called "The Den". With a few tricks, I registered and got in.

I asked back. “Hmm, why does the issue start with electricity at midnight, it never happened earlier,” she asked. “The Castle is in a forest that is near to the mountain, and also it could be weather” I gave a perfect excuse. “Hmm,” she hummed, turning her face to another side.

Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return! SEE live on stage: Johnny Alucard—a zombie nightmare with hex appeal! SEE buckets of blood! SEE a live murder! Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown Oct. 31. Stage show at midnight. Moonlite Drive-in HWY 139 at north county road. $5.00 per car—bring your friends, you’ll be afraid to go home alone! Something about this—something I knew I should remember. It floated at the edge of my memory, then it was gone like a passing cloud. I folded the flyer into my jacket pocket and went inside.

I picked up the communicator. A pristine, high-altitude, real-time view instantly filled the screen. In the shroud of twilight, Cain's castle crouched like a colossal beast of black basalt, dead and silent in the vast night. The ever-burning torches that usually lined the walls had all been extinguished. Only one window, the highest one in the castle's West Wing, still held a solitary lamp burning a sickly, jaundiced yellow. The window was deeply recessed in the thick stone wall, the light inside too dim and blurred to reveal if anyone was even there.

The boy nodded, but he still looked unsure. I turned toward Chaos. “Is there an infirmary here?” My voice echoed through the enormous hall. “Or somewhere we can treat them?” Chaos tilted his head thoughtfully. Then he looked around the castle. “Not yet.” I frowned. “What do you mean not yet?” Chaos gestured toward the walls. “The castle is not awake.” Order nodded beside him. “Until the Void recognizes its Queen fully…” “…the castle remains dormant.” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “So this place is basically in sleep mode?”

Author's POV Rafael was looking at silent faces. Some were scared and some were curious with wicked smiles. But no one dared to talk, his eyes were enough to silence them all. They were in a meeting at their castle. A big round table just like a royal one. Open windows were blowing the wind and giving the calm view of the moonlight. The night was definitely calm but not the hearts present in the room. "Mikhail, you said they have questions!" Rafael looked at him.

@RedBoxingGloves: "Nobody guessed. Her name is Midnight and she is none other than the long lost daughter of Lion Vosse. A half-wolf. I look forward to her return to #BM tomorrow." I stop myself from replying to those comments because I think I might get in trouble. Also, I'm not sure if Midnight is going to be happy with this new attention she's about to get. If I say anything and let it be known that we are friends, everything is going to get worse for her. I'm not the most loved person in the clan (or other clans) and it definitely wouldn't give her a very good reputation. I put my phone aside after being on it for almost half an hour and pick up my book, ready to sit down and read it.