Midnight Collision Novels & Stories

he whispered, resting his hand gently over her stomach. "Should we do the salt then, guys?" Matt asked, interrupting the moment. "I mean, surely we don't have to do it right now? We only need to be in the circle at midnight?" Camden replied with a note of surprise at Matt's eagerness. "We have to be in the circle and ready to go by midnight. That's how I understood it at least. Besides, we don't know how long these bottles of poison are going to take to kick in," Matt argued. "They aren't poison," Camden scoffed dismissively and rolled her eyes. "They sure look like poison," Matt glowered before Clayton gave him a sharp look.

“And you know it.” I did. That was the problem. Nevio stopped pacing. “We don’t have time to debate morality.” “No,” Aurora said. “We don’t.” She turned fully toward us, shoulders squared, chin lifted in that way she did when she’d already made a decision none of us could undo. “When do we hit it?” “Midnight,” I said immediately. “Cargo movement window. Less civilian traffic. More noise cover.” Nevio nodded once. “Matches Silas’s timeline.”

, 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.

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.

he reported. “And yet he escaped?” Zev asked, still in his best form. His voice sounded more intimidating compared to when he’s in human form. “If he was seriously injured, how come he had escaped?” “That…” Lucian looked away and hesitated to continue saying what’s in his mind. ‘Something was strange,’ Layla thought and wandered her eyes. She saw everyone’s grim faces as if something had died. ‘Died?’ Layla was alerted when she remembered the clashed during midnight. She was half conscious that time and couldn’t remember the details, but the clash was inevitable.

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."

The night on Fifth Avenue was shattered by the deafening roar of engines. Exhaust pipes spat out visible heat waves. Twelve armored black Scavenger vehicles took over all the main lanes. The anti - collision beams reflected the cold light of street lamps. The convoy was tight, with less than half a meter between each vehicle, and no brake lights were on.

is his only reply. The fact that this was happening and none of us knew about it pissed me off. Our own people were being experimented on and we didn’t have a fucking clue. All of a sudden Midnight stops. She sniffs the air for a second then resumes running. It’s like she didn’t even realize that she was being followed. Or she didn’t care. I don’t know for how long we ran but finally Midnight comes to stop. We were at the edge of a forest and she was staring at something ahead of her.