Midnight Collision Novels & Stories

Matthew was already above him with his hammer coming down. BAM! Matthew smashed Midnight down and simultaneously destroyed the floor. Dust was kicked up and blood splattered underneath the hammer. When Matthew lifted it, Midnight was more like a sludge than a human. “Oof, that is nasty! Midnight was turned into mash potato from Dragunov’s attack.” Nile said. “Did he kill him?” Claire asked. “Well, since Midnight does have his regenerative ability, maybe not? Oh, and that proves it! Midnight is not out yet!”

Midnight’s voice is a cold blade now. He presses the gun to KJ’s forehead. KJ raises his hands slightly, but the smirk doesn’t leave his face. Midnight reaches out to me. My heart is still pounding, but my fingers find his on instinct. His hand is warm, strong. He pulls me out of the car, and before I can even catch my breath, chaos explodes. Gunfire rips through the air. KJ’s men emerge from the shadows, shooting in our direction. Midnight doesn’t hesitate. His grip on my hand tightens, and he’s already pulling me, launching us away from the crossfire. The pavement blurs beneath my feet as we run, bullets buzzing around us like furious wasps.

One look at my face and he’d just nodded, jaw tight. Now we moved side by side, steps quiet on cracked concrete. The old pier stretched out ahead—rusted cranes, broken pilings, a single floodlight swinging from a pole, throwing long shadows across the water. O’Malley’s black SUV sat at the very end of the dock, engine idling, headlights off. Luca stopped us behind a stack of shipping containers. He checked his watch. “Two minutes to midnight.” I nodded. He turned to me—eyes searching mine in the dim light.

Milo and Gabe were both tense, their eyes fixed on the middle of the hillside where the two cars were about to collide. They dared not even breathe. As seconds ticked away, just as the black one was about to collide, the white sports car swiftly reversed. However, even though her reaction was quick, it was still too late. The rear end of the black sports car was about to hit the front of the white sports car... It was over. Milo took a deep breath, unable to look, and closed his eyes.

SLOANE “Midnight, we move at midnight,” I said, as I nodded. I loved how my sternness worked for Annika. “Why midnight?” she asked, and I adored that. She needed details; I needed to give her details. With the details, she knew what we were up against; she could measure the dangers. “Because the guards take a small smoke break at exactly eleven forty,” I said, and she nodded. She waited for more details. “The camera in the hall blinks slowly, the color changes from green to yellow. And there’s a servant who switches with the driver at midnight. That’s where my father comes in with his men.” I paused, and then I continued.

My breath caught, and I squirmed beneath him, digging my fingers into his arms. “Sleep,” he whispered against my neck. The snow began to fall, flakes swirling in the night air. I arched into his embrace, his warm breath a welcome caress. “Relax, little dove.” He pressed a kiss to my collarbone. “I-I can’t when you’re kissing me like that,” I swallowed. He chuckled against me, the vibration of his lips setting my skin aflame. He gave me a final, soft graze of his lips and pulled away, tucking my head beneath his chin.

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.

"Full Blood Convergence requires two hours minimum. Setup, circles, components, invocations. If they started when they left, they have a head start but not enough to finish before midnight." "And midnight is?" "Three hours." Marcus does the math out loud. "One hour to drive sixty miles. Two hours left before midnight. We arrive with an hour to spare." "If we leave right now," I say. We leave right now. --- Twenty warriors. Four Elders. Silas. Two vehicles driving fast with the lights cutting through dark highway, and Donovan's hands tight on the wheel beside me. Oliver is in the back seat. I didn't have time to argue about it and he knew that.

She snapped, staring at him. He gripped the side of her waist, "Impossible." He said. Her frown deepened. She was blanked for a second. It was useless to argue with him. She darted her gaze around. It was past midnight. She was feeling exhausted. She clamped her mouth shut and walked along with him. When they stepped out of the club. There was quiet around, no sound of people's talking, walking, no traffic, nothing. She sucked in a breath when many footsteps echoed, breaking the silence of the night. Her eyes widened when someone stood in front of them holding a gun at them.

A sense of accomplishment filled him; he had not let his Luna down, and for that, he was content. However, his fleeting happiness was abruptly shattered as he navigated the shadowy roads, approaching a T-junction in the darkness, a lorry burst from the darkness like a monster. It collided with Tim's car with a thunderous crash, sending Tim's vehicle spiralling uncontrollably into the underbrush. The car came to a jarring halt, upended, its wheels spinning uselessly in the air. The lorry driver, a mysterious figure concealed in dark clothing and a mask, jumped down from the lorry. Pressing a finger to his ear, he spoke into a Bluetooth device, his voice cold and detached. "Target hit," he rep