Midnight Collision Novels & Stories

Only she and Red knew the extent of Jane's problems, both deciding that Jane would tell the others when she was ready. They squeezed through a crack in the wall and found themselves in a service tunnel. Up ahead, Jane saw a bluish-white light coming from around the bend. "Is that it?" she asked. "That's it," Red replied. "Actually, it's going to be kind of anti-climactic." They rounded the bend and saw a sphere of light wedged into a crack in the wall. "That's the Node. What you'll do is walk up and touch it. It'll give you a pretty good shock that may knock you out. When you come to, you'll be pretty disoriented."

I couldn't even cry, just sat there staring into nothingness. • It was during the holidays. I spent the Thanksgiving and Christmas with my all time favourites, my gammy and pappy at Florida. The goofily decorated Christmas tree and all the gifts, the cookies and cakes ; it felt like I was 5 again. Mom and dad were going to join us for New year, but mom got caught up into some urgent charity work and so instead, pappy decided to drive us all the way to San Francisco. Pappy just loved the good old road trips, he was so excited. We got on the road two days before the 31st. It was snowing heavily and was bit of a haze everywhere. I had snuggled up in the backseat with my blanket and gammy and pa

Hannah sits between Parker and I, and we both hold her hands. “And so it was one of the darkest and coldest midnights on record. There weren’t many packs in this area at the time, really only a few small ones. Including a band of ten males that called themselves Midnight Run. The storm seemed to come out of absolutely nowhere, catching the males off guard. They fought the wind and did all they could to secure what little belongings they had. But it was far too great a blizzard, and it brought with it more than the elements.

CHAPTER 19 Home Safe and the Transfer Students Saturday night / Sunday morning, December 21-22, 2026 The quarry road is pitch-black except for Noah’s phone flashlight and Brittany’s nervous pacing. I jump out of Remy’s truck before he even kills the engine. Celeste (relieved): “You two okay?” Brittany (half-laugh, half-sob): “We thought you guys forgot about us.” Noah (sheepish): “Battery cables got chewed by something. Probably a raccoon.”

Something about a bridge being nearby is the only thing I can remember. Suddenly, the world swirls and I’m standing on that bridge with Kendric. “I fell off the cliff and then ended up here. This was our third life, for sure.” Kendric looks over at me with a confused expression. “Are you seeing this too?” A ticking clock sounds from somewhere nearby and I look around to see where it’s coming from. “Do you hear that?” A voice comes out of nowhere from somewhere above us. “Midnight is coming. Run while you can.”

Killian roared. ​The collision was not a physical impact; it was a Data-Crash. When Killian’s shadow met the Inquisitor’s light, the reality around them buckled. The ground beneath the sled turned into a liquid-grey grid, and the sky flickered from bruised purple to a sterile, blinding white.

Midnight. Lightning tore the night sky over the Old City apart. Four black SUVs charged through the pouring rain, throwing up massive sheets of water as they flew over the overpass. "Floor it!" Shinjiro barked from the passenger seat, his eyes bloodshot. "No more hiding. We’re erasing these Moretti bastards tonight." The armor plates rattled as the trucks accelerated, their high beams cutting through the harbor fog. Lina snatched the encrypted radio off the table, hitting the channel. "Dominic! Do you hear me? Pick up!"

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

Liam takes the wheel, his knuckles white against the black plastic as he floors the accelerator, throwing us out into the chaotic, rain-slicked traffic of the midnight highway. The drive is a nightmare of flashing red lights and distant sirens. Every police cruiser we pass seems to turn its head toward us. I sit in the passenger seat, clutching my burnt forearm, staring out the cracked windshield as the sprawling, decaying suburbs give way to the dense, foreboding woodlands of the northern ridge. "They know we're heading north," I murmur, watching the digital dashboard flicker as interference washes over the van's radio. "The toll cameras caught us on the bridge."

She lifted her head, sensing my tension, and pressed her snout to my arm. “I’m okay,” I whispered. But the shaking in my fingers betrayed me. --- Dinner was quiet. Too quiet. Mack sat beside me, tense, scrolling through reports. Rowe said little. Even Liz barely touched her food. I looked around the table and realised something awful—none of us believed this peace would last. And we were right. --- At midnight, I woke to a soft buzzing. A message on my phone. Unknown Number: > Stay low for the time being. He's got plans<