Midnight Collision Novels & Stories

, Finna said so loud that the crowd went mute. "You must be kidding me", I murmmured as Marrisa took a u turn and ran to Finna like the wind, I knew it could result in bigger problems, Finna is probably too weak to take a hit like that, right?. I ran to push Finna away but ended up getting the hit Myself in my abdomen, it sent me flying in mid air as I hit my back on the concrete wall, everything went dark and my vision went blurry, "what is happening here!!!!", I heard Madam Pika say as I blacked out.

Mark answered abruptly, trying to maintain balance. Finally, with a bone-jarring impact, the truck crashed into a tree, bringing its tumultuous journey to an abrupt halt. The force of the collision sent all three occupants sprawling to the floor, their bodies colliding with unforgiving surfaces. The confined space was filled with a momentary stillness, broken only by the groans of pain and the creaking of damaged metal.

They hop in and after a little instructions from Jenna, they went on their way. She dropped her exactly on the sidewalk near her house. She could see her house, the lights were all off, a sign that nobody's home yet. Maybe Klarisse and Kendra had eaten away as she looked at the garage and the car was not parked there. It was past 11 o'clock. She bids goodbye to Jenna, wishing her a good night's rest. She waited until the car got lost in her vision as it went on the curb. She inhaled the fresh cold evening air and appreciated the lush crown of the acacia tree where she stood. She sighed, contemplating the incidents that happened to her this day. It was a day indeed. Finally, she went towards

Set the glass down without a word. 9:43 PM The drive was long and silent. Marcus drove. Dickson sat beside him, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack bone. I was in the backseat, staring out into the night. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still swollen with clouds. A humid stillness hung in the air, like the world was holding its breath. We were less than an hour out. We’d split at the fork—me to the front entrance of Midnight Station, Marcus and Dickson through the tunnels. The plan was simple: I would buy time. They would hit hard and fast.

For a moment, I lay there, disoriented, the nightmare still clinging to me like a bad memory. I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 7 AM. I had only slept for two hours. The exhaustion hit me again, making my body feel heavy. But there wasn’t time to think about it. A loud knock on the door startled me. I sat up, wiping the sweat from my face as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. "Come in," I called out, my voice rough. The door opened, and Hermes walked in, followed by Apollo, who stayed in the doorway. Hermes’ face was calm, but I saw something in his eyes—maybe concern?—as he looked at me.

“That is not normal for Kael’s perimeter scouts.” Aurelius straightened slowly from his seat near the fire. “It means something moved.” I sat between them, watching the shift in their energy. The way their attention narrowed. The way the air itself seemed to tighten. The collar at my throat felt heavier again. Not heat. Warning. The first horn sounded before midnight. It was distant, sharp, and broken halfway through. Cassian was on his feet instantly. “That is northern ridge.” Thorne was already moving. “Not a drill.”

My car narrowly swerved past the sleek Maybach, sparks flying in the dark night. But right ahead was a concrete barrier. I realized there was no time to brake and could only brace myself as I crashed straight into it. Bang!

Until part of Graham’s bike slides across his path like a death sentence. No time to react. Zaine skids onto his side. Slams into Romeo’s limp body with a horrifying thud that makes my stomach lurch. The collision catapults him off his bike and sends him hurtling onto the grass outside the apex. He lands hard, rolls, and lies crumpled in the green. All this happens in a matter of seconds. One, Romeo falls — two, Damion hits — three, Graham flips — four, Zaine collides. And then the world detonates into chaos.

"Can I return it? No receipt, but maybe store credit?" He actually snorted. A real sound. From Rivener. She stared at him. "Did... did you just laugh?" "No." "You totally did! That was absolutely a laugh!" "It was an exhale." "With tone." Rivener leaned closer, fingertips brushing hers as he tapped the map. The contact was soft. Unintentional. Maybe. It still sent a warm spark up her arm. "We'll go here at sunset," he said, pointing to a forest clearing marked with a crescent. "It's where the barrier between the physical and the spectral thins. The Sentinel may appear again."

That broke my heart in a middle piece. Outside, the Blood Moon reached its zenith, deep red and massive, casting the entire spire in a haunted glow. Then gunshots. Bullets tore through the temple's roof. The first hit Rhydan square in the shoulder, but he didn’t even flinch. I blinked. Maybe I underestimated him. The others weren’t so lucky. Screams echoed as chaos erupted. The elderly Liora was too slow to duck, blood sprayed across the runic floor as the bullet hit her neck. Cult members scattered, diving for cover. More bullets flew to the left.