Romans & histoires Midnight Castle Forum

Max piped up, placing his hands behind his head to stretch his muscles unnecessarily. Dmitri took a deep breath. "I assume that there would be guards to every entrance and to any and all weak points of the castle, I believe since the castle is over a few hundred years old-" "Jeez, how old is this Madeline woman?" Max huffed, seemingly impressed which annoyed Dmitri greatly. He knows Max has a hard time being serious however this situation is very dire, you would think he would at least try.

(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.

Tim said as he plopped down on the couch in exhaustion. Everyone listened closely as Tim and Tony retold the story. It did seem like a whole big lie at first. Who could really believe a story about a castle with mythical creatures on the doors, and a magic room, and kidnapping and all. It sounded absolutely crazy when they said it all out loud. Even Tim and Tony had to think twice here and there because it sounded so outlandish.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

Damien Blackwood POV The early morning light filtered through the tall windows of the breakfast room in Blackwood Mansion, casting long golden beams across the polished oak table. I sat alone, a cup of freshly brewed tea steaming beside me as I scrolled through overnight reports on my tablet. European market updates. Construction progress on the new headquarters wing. Investor emails requesting meetings. Everything was exactly as it should be — orderly, predictable, under control. Everything except my thoughts.

I asked. “We need your help, your power can help stop them” he said, “You are a very powerful witch, your powers were bound when you were a child and they had to be unlocked on the night of the full moon by a powerful spell. Which is what happened when you touched the stone table the other night. We need a witch to stop them. I’m sorry but my mother set you up.” “So you knew what happened to the dresser the other night?” I questioned. “I had an idea” he ran his fingers through his hair.

The grand chamber beneath the Midnight Club’s hidden headquarters was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was a vast circular hall carved from black marble and illuminated by thousands of floating crimson orbs. In the center stood an enormous ritual platform surrounded by twelve golden thrones. Every major figure from my journey was present. Damien Sinclair. Professor Elias Voss. King Leopold (somehow alive and chained). The High Priest Kane from the Cult. The Shadow Council. The warlords from the wasteland.

With his boots up on the table and his gaze fixed on the ceiling, he looked utterly bored by our existence. Serena bit her lip, turning back to me. "Ask your question." I let a small, cold smile play on my lips. "I’ve been curious about something for years. When I was six, my guardians brought me to the Hawthorne Estate for a visit. That very night, you supposedly had a fever and screaming nightmares. A maid named Judith told everyone I was a 'cursed omen,' and I was kicked out into the snow the next morning. But I remember hearing the shower running in your room at midnight. Were you cooling off, Serena, or just making sure your skin was cold enough to fake a sickness?"

“We can take things one step at a time. Perhaps we could start by discussion the general outline of the event and any specific traditions or customs that are important to the Moonlit community?” There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Adam responded, his tone more guarded now. “I’m afraid I can’t provide too many details at the moment. The nature of the celebration is… sensitive, and we need to ensure that everything is handled with the utmost care and respect.”