Midnight Collision Novels & Stories

; I was just a wolf in motion. Then, the music cut. The lights went into a frantic, blinding strobe. The dance floor descended into the "Midnight Ritual"—a tradition where the lights stayed low for three minutes of anonymous indulgence. Through a flash of a strobe light, I thought I saw a tall silhouette—Andrew—leaning over Serena. I thought I saw her reaching up on her tiptoes to meet him. The lights went black. A wave of nausea and grief washed over me. I stood there, paralyzed in the dark, surrounded by the sounds of a hundred people losing themselves.

The twins huddled near the doorway, trembling but determined. "Remember," Samuel said, voice low but fierce, "once the collars drop, it’s not just freedom—it’s chaos. Wolves will hunt their oppressors. They won’t hold back." Liam nodded. "I know. I’ve accounted for it. But we have to hit all the collars at once. If even one remains, it could warn them." He pressed the final key. The command rippled across the city like a pulse. And then—silence. The hum of electricity vanished. Streetlights flickered out. Cars stalled. And then, across every district, across every tower and alley, the collars, the chains of obedience clickedfree simultaneously.

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

“The note says alone. If it’s a trap, I need to know.” Kael stepped in front of her. “Then we go together. And if it’s a trap, we spring it.” Aria met his gaze. The mate bond pulsed between them, steady and sure. “Midnight,” she said. “Old shrine.” Kael nodded. Whatever waited there, they’d face it together. ----------------

smiling softly at me. He leaned in, I closed my eyes expecting a hungry kiss but he pecked it. I sighed "Goodnight Nico" "Goodnight bambina" I smiled, I reached the door seeing he stayed until I reached the entrance and sped away. Alessandro There are kids having fun on the beach while I am on a mission. I sighed. I was apparently shot at the side of my abdomen but not that lethal. I hid near a cabin. It was nighttime when something woke me up, kids who are finding a great hiding spot 'great'.

Zayn screams but is too late. We collided with the truck and within a blink of an eye, everything becomes pitch darkness.

Tonight, was the night. Alpha Hardin ran through the streets looking for the fight. He was able to end the lives of five scattered wolves before encountering the heart of the battle. All around him his town was in flames and the lives of his pack, his family were taken away. No matter how hard each and every wolf fought, they all went down. The only members of the Midnight pack that were spared that night were the young children who were offered a chance to join the Blood Moon pack. Only ten of the twenty children accepted, the rest met the same fate as their parents.

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.

It happened in a flash, I was in the air, mid transformation, claws_outstretched, ready to pounce. Just then, a force hit me, another body, and I'm sent careening off to another corner of the room. I hear my body drop to the floor, another crack_ multiple cracks, my limp self almost unconscious. I look up, early enough to catch the look on Mat's face, but not late enough to see Shawn's wolf land on the ground. He had hit me. My eyes blink slowly, a tear escaping my left eye, before I lose consciousness.