Midnight Collision Novels & Stories

Jesse stares at his little mate for a moment and then huffs out a laugh, shaking his head and taking her hand. “All right, Mids. Do your work.” Everyone else again shuffles around and holds hands or otherwise makes contact with their neighbor so they can all travel together, quietly waiting, expectant. Jesse watches closely as Midnight exhales a long breath, looking around at the Land of Darkness as if she’s saying goodbye to it. Jesse squeezes her hand and she looks up at him.

I watched each vehicle disappear into the darkness, counting down until it was our turn. Marcus drove while I sat in the passenger seat with eight soldiers in the vehicle behind us. Vera's wolf form filled most of the back seat, her breath fogging the windows. My watch showed 11:47 PM. "Everyone hits their targets at midnight. No exceptions." The first explosion lit up the sky at exactly 12:00. A warehouse three miles away erupted in a fireball that climbed hundreds of feet into the air. Then another explosion. And another. Through the open window, I heard gunfire starting across the city as my wolves engaged Viktor's soldiers. Screams cut through the night. More explosions. The coordinated

I knocked before I could talk myself out of it. It took a long time for the door to open. When it did, Sophia stood there in the doorway, wrapped in a cardigan that wasn't hers, hair still damp like she'd only just stopped crying, and the sight of her—guarded, exhausted, looking at me like I was something to be managed rather than someone she'd once loved—broke something loose in me that I hadn't given myself permission to feel until right then. "Ethan." Her voice was flat. "It's past midnight."

“Anything else?” “Yeah.” Franklin leaned over to show me his notes, flipping through a few pages as he spoke. “A car. Big one, maybe a truck. Black or dark-colored. Really loud engine. Woke up half the neighborhood a little after midnight. Dispatch was getting complaints like that until about one o’clock, but we didn’t find anybody. Figured it was kids racing.” “Could’ve been.”

I was zapped back to the moment the accident happen and back to the land of the living . ©#KCMmuoe All Rights Reserved

They collapsed together—sweat-slick, breathing hard, his weight heavy and comforting on her back. After a long moment he rolled off, pulled her against his chest. “Still green?” he asked, voice hoarse. She laughed—breathless, sated, happy. “Still green.” Outside, Dubai glittered on—neon, traffic, endless night. Inside, two people who had found each other in the heat kept breathing together. No cameras. No scripts. Just skin, salt, and the quiet satisfaction of wanting exactly what you were given. To be continued…

By the time night began to fall, the passengers had gotten off one after another. The construction site was the final stop, so only Edward's four coworkers and I were left on the bus. They seemed worn out from the long ride, too. One by one, they leaned back in their seats and started dozing off. I closed my eyes as well, planning to rest for a bit so I'd have the energy to squeeze Edward dry when we arrived. I had no idea how much time had passed when I faintly heard the men's voices.

Boom! The black boat rammed directly into the skyscraper. That was a thirty-six-floor commercial office tower, and it was currently half-past ten in the morning, the peak time when all its employees were at work. Thus, the collision was simply a disaster—the skyscraper was smashed through. The moment the boat collided with the building, the merged body of Carol and that demonic shadow ruthlessly imprinted a bloody mark into the bottom of the skyscraper. In that instant, a large chain explosion occurred at the bottom of the skyscraper, causing it to slowly tilt.

The solid bed beneath her shook violently. Nicole's ears rang as she shot upright. For one terrifying moment, she thought the tectonic collision had started. But that made no sense. The acid rain had only ended a few days ago. According to Zeph's memories, the collision shouldn't happen for almost another two years. Zeph woke at the same time and immediately turned on the light. Their eyes met, and they both jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. Poppy was awake as well. She quickly pulled on her clothes and strapped her emergency pack onto her back.

Like movement hurt too much. "Thirty minutes," Aiden said. Looking at the clock. "I know," Alaric replied. Melina's heart was pounding. "What should I...what do I..." "Nothing yet." Alaric's voice was strained. "Just stay close. When it hits, we'll..." He stopped. Gritted his teeth. "We'll collapse. Don't panic. It's normal. We just need you near us." "All three of you at once?" "Yes. Exactly at midnight. Always at midnight."