Midnight Collision Novels & Stories

Emotion, not instinct. Midnight moved with frightening clarity, each attack measured, bones meeting bones, power meeting weakness. Echo raked his claws across Midnight’s shoulder, blood spattered. Midnight staggered. Michelle gasped, barely audible. Echo lunged again, teeth snapping at Midnight’s neck , Midnight didn’t dodge this time. He absorbed the strike, allowed Echo too close, then twisted sharply and slammed Echo into the ground with such force the earth cratered under them. Gasps, screams, shouts.

"I was afraid too. But we're here now. We're together. And nothing is going to tear us apart." He kissed me then—hard and desperate and full of everything we'd been through. I kissed him back, holding onto him like he might disappear, like the darkness might reach in and take him away. But the darkness didn't come. And when we broke apart, we were both breathing hard, our faces wet with tears we hadn't known we were crying. "Midnight," he said. "We move at midnight." I nodded. "Midnight." --- The tunnels were dark.

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!"

Alfred said, motioning to him to start the conversation. “Jace and I went out on a midnight drive one day during my vacation, Jace mistook a girl as a stalker and got her hurt.......” Kayden said slowly. “WHAT!” Alfred screamed. “Don't yell at me. It was not my intention.” Kayden sad defensively. “Is she black mailing you?” Alfred asked worriedly, already thinking of ways to eliminate the threat. “Quite the opposite, actually, I asked her to dm me privately, and she did not.” Kayden said, sitting up, staring at Alfred.

A symbol of what her people had long believed, is that when the son of the Sun and daughter of the Moon meet and collide, the world will once again be reborn. Although she doesn't understand what 'collide' means in the prophecy. Will they bump into each other? Shake hands? Do they need to consummate? But do they need to be married to do that? Maybe they only need to be married? But what if they do need to be intimate to collide? "Nah." Luna rolled on her belly. She is now in her room, inside a tower made for her. Her king-sized bed makes her small body frame look like a bolster pillow.

MIDNIGHT ***** The night air was thick with tension as Vinnie and his crew prepared for their ambush. The deserted warehouse on the outskirts of town loomed before them, a dilapidated structure that had seen better days, now a silent witness to the dangerous game about to unfold. Vinnie, a hardened criminal with a reputation for ruthlessness, was determined to eliminate the one person who had been inching too close to their operation: Detective Ling. His sharp gaze swept over the area, noting each shadow and the way the moonlight danced across the cracked pavement. His men fans out, weapons drawn, their faces set in grim anticipation. They were all armed to the teeth, adrenaline coursing thr

Axel’s phone buzzes with a text from one of their assets. “Target has left the building. Team looked spooked. Possible intel leak.” Axel stares at the message, then shows it to Diana without commenting. "Shit!" Diana turns in his seat. "They knew we were coming." The lead car smoothly changes direction, tires gripping asphalt and the other cars follow in perfect formation. Barely five minutes pass before the world suddenly explodes in a crushing collision that sends vehicles careening across the asphalt. The sound is deafening. Metal crushing and glass shattering, the screech of tires and the grinding of twisted steel as the opposite limousine spins wildly, tilting at a dangerous angle befor

Nightroe had been in an accident. Hopefully not....

The reality of how close he had come to death was more real than it ever had been, but at this moment, he was focused on the sound of their heartbeats. The tangible proof that life went on. He had made it out, and now he wanted to be here, present for them, for us. "I'm so glad you're here," I said softly, resting my hand on his. "And they are, too." "The asshole told me that he would see us on the bayou at midnight," he managed to say, his voice hoarse, each word an evident struggle. Midnight on the bayou. I knew what that meant, having lived on the bayou my entire life. It was a direct challenge, a threat that promised more violence and possibly worse.