Midnight Castle Update Novels & Stories

“—Sir?” “Midnight.” Said He. “What?” Rio asked. “Call me Midnight, instead of Sir.” He responded. “Midnight.” Rio repeated the name. Midnight. It rolled perfectly on her tongue. It reminds her of the witching hour she prowls just so she could get everything done. Times spent on El Casa, a secrecy she kept, yet in denial and openly in question, when could she end it. To be freed from the chains. To travel countries, and not to remain on this secluded area, wherein she’s still treated differently. The life she didn’t sough after, but became her salvation.

Darting to the closet, I wore my cloak, sending the mortar and pestle back under my bed, I cleared the space and grabbed the incense burner. Unlatching my door, I peeped into the space and was grateful to find it empty. Carefully shutting my down, I hurried down the shadowy corridors. It was midnight. The once busy castle was silent and shrouded in midnight’s opulence. I grabbed tightly the object in my hands.

And Kael had rejected me in front of two hundred witnesses. So I needed leverage. There were rumors circulating through the castle since we arrived. Most of the maids and palace staff whispered about what happens at midnight. I'd overheard two of them that evening in the hallway outside our guest room, speaking quietly. "No one stays in the pack house past midnight," the first one had said. "That's the rule. You gather your things and you leave before the clock strikes, no exceptions." "I know the rule," the second one said. "I'm just saying it's strange. A castle this big and only the alpha sleeps in it."

Ash was nowhere to be found, and the stench of blood was nauseating me, so I didn’t waste a moment and took out my clothes from the cupboard. I was planning to call Moira for help, and ask her about Marcel when Maddox sat up and picked up his cell phone. “You must be worried about the little wolf. We have cameras everywhere in the Castle, so you can see him anytime.” He played the CCTV footage of Moira’s room. My son was playing happily with his aunts and uncle. This happy video washed a wave of relief over me, soothing my worry. However, a realization hit me hard. “Cameras are everywhere in the Castle? What do you mean by that? Did you arrange them recently or …?”

Yet, I still managed to throw him a deathly glare. There was an emergency button underneath my bedside table. With one push, it would send off the alarm and turn the entire building into lockdown mode. If only I could will myself to move, but low-key I am enjoying the way his rough palm scratches my skin. Fuck, Cara get a grip!

And the amazing fact was that there was never a time the scent went away. Go there at midnight you’ll find a few cooks doing the most preparing the midnight snack. Go in the evening and man, be amazed by the efficient teamwork those guys put in to prepare the food for everyone in the castle. Minus the guns and the mines, this was indeed a princess’s castle with maids and 10,000 salad plates.

And I walk to the door but before I open it I dim the light to set the mood more sensually. "Password?" I ask, sticking out only one side of my face. Midnight has wet hair and looks excited as she answers, "Vendetta," "Come in, Miss. Welcome to your love nest." Midnight enters looking almost as uncomfortable as Baxter, but almost as excited as I am. A strange mix. I close the door and clear my throat as she walks over to the board and admires my work. "This is..." she tries to hide it but I can see she doesn't quite understand what's in front of her eyes, "Nice."

The steep, twisting turns sent a chill through her—even just remembering them made her shiver slightly with fear. Full Moon Castle was a five-star resort and hotel owned by Grand Empire. Adriana had been here twice before and knew the area like the back of her hand. But the castle updated its décor every year—its flower gardens and recreational facilities were constantly renovated—so most of the details were completely different from what they had been three years ago. Standing outside the entrance, she looked up. Decorated with landscape lights, the castle gleamed like a pearl embedded in the mountains—luxurious and radiant, glowing in a wash of vibrant color. From afar, it looked like a pl

“I love you, Jesse,” Midnight whispers, watching him, her little mouth trembling, her entire body feeling weak. “I love you too, Mids,” he replies. “Always.” She nods once. And then disappears. Midnight fights hard against her emotions as she flits through the castle, moving back and forth between the Land of Darkness and the halls, using her shadows to disguise her progress. She barely concentrates on the push and the pull of the magic, so instinctual is it to her. Instead, her emotions are almost fully drawn to her sweet wolf, who howls so miserably in her soul.

“You put him through his paces last night, all right? And it is, ultimately, between Orion and Mids to figure out.” I scowl a bit, disappointed to be denied the chance to yell at Orion anymore. But then I step back, physically and emotionally, realizing that Jesse’s right. Midnight doesn’t need me to defend her anymore – she can decide for herself how she feels about this. “I am sorry I wasn’t more thoughtful, Midnight,” Orion says, stepping towards her and conjuring up a little basket of strawberries. She gasps when she sees them, reaching eagerly for it, and I can’t help but smile. “These were always your favorite, right? I can’t go to the Land of Darkness and bring things to you, but if y