Novel & Cerita Midnight Collision

Why did I meet him that night? I can't forget the rainy night when I was coming back from work when my destiny collided with his and got sucked into the darkness. That night was cursed!

“Stay quiet. No matter what you hear, don’t make a sound. Understand?” My heart hammered against my ribcage. “Xavier, what’s—” “Mia.” He cupped my face. “Promise me. You’ll not make a sound and you’ll not come out.” I nodded and let him shove me into the closet. Before he could pull the door closed fully, we heard a crash. The last thing I saw was him positioning himself between the closet and the window before the window exploded. Glass shattered everywhere and three massive figures crashed through. They moved with a speed I've never seen before. That I could never guess was human. And when one of them turned and stood facing the closest, I noticed their eyes were glowing.

My heart skipped a beat, and before I could get a word out, there was a loud crash. An electric scooter lay toppled over, and the old lady riding it was sprawled out on the ground. Chaos broke loose inside the car. "Carmen, what kind of driving is that?!" "Can you handle this? Maybe we should let Yvonne drive instead!" Everyone was talking over each other, blaming her, while Carmen turned ghostly pale, gripping the steering wheel as it shook. Patrick was freaking out, too. He quickly unbuckled Carmen's seatbelt. "Carmen, get to the back. Now!"

Rebecca looked at me, slightly confused by the specificity of the question. "Yes," she said. "Actually — yes. There was a particular wave right around midnight that was worse than the others. I remember because that was the one where she could not stay quiet anymore. That was the one that made me decide to call the medics, even though she had told me not to." I sat back slowly in the plastic chair. A few minutes before midnight. Worse at midnight. The exact hour the moon had reached the center of the sky.

The absolute absence of tomorrow. The wave of non-existence raced directly toward Luca, moving faster than human thought, faster than cosmic time. The First Traveler intercepted it. The resulting collision shook the very foundations of existence. Infinite geometric roads shattered into brilliant dust. Ancient, prehistoric pathways collapsed into nothingness under the strain. The Traveler was thrown violently backward, his form skidding across the luminous floor of the Source. For the very first time since the dawn of eternity—the First Traveler bled.

Adrian's voice surged—. Close—. Right there—. And then—. They collided—. Not physically—. But completely—. And the moment they did—. Everything went dark.

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

Notifications flooded the screen so fast the numbers blurred. I opened the top one. It was a video. It showed me head down, my earbuds plugged in as I walked fast across the quad. Jace and his group were around the corner. My shoulder slammed into his chest then I stumbled, his hand instantly reached out and caught my arm to steady me. Someone had slowed that part down; made it look deliberate and intimate. The caption read: “Hockey captain meets his mystery girl #CollisionCouple” Comments poured in underneath.