Midnight Connections Novels & Stories

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

his voice was low and calm this time around, so he could earn her pity. " Where am I meeting you father ?" Chloe asked resignedly , there was no way she was winning against this man ! " Come to ' Midnight ' " " Midnight? Why the hell am I meeting you at midnight of all places in the city ?" She asked, alarmed. Of course she knew Midnight. It was a popular bar in the outskirts of the city , known for the scandalous activities that go on there . It's like a den for thieves and armed robbers and other men that do evil men where they hide from the eyes of the law .

The real twins cooed softly in their new cribs, blissfully unaware of the chaos surrounding them. Adrian walked in silently, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re trembling,” he murmured. “I can’t help it,” Rita said. “It’s like… something awful is brewing in the air.” Adrian knelt beside her. “Then let it come. This is our last storm. After this, we begin again.” The Hour Approaches Midnight. All eyes — and cameras — were on the decoy nursery. Hidden figures crept across the lawn. A masked woman with lithe limbs slithered toward the west entrance, unaware a silent alarm had triggered.

And then the video cut to black. --- Five Minutes to Midnight Sonia sat on her bed, staring at the frozen screen. This wasn’t just about pretending anymore. It was about pulling the whole house of secrets down with her. The Cartel wanted silence. But what if she gave them something louder than a confession? What if she gave them a truth they couldn’t un-hear? Five minutes to midnight. The next match was hers to light.

“You can’t seriously be thinking of sneaking out. Ingrid, there are patrols, enchantments — wards on every exit. The wards sting if you try to cross them.” She waved a hand, dismissive. “Only if you don’t know the right route. And I do.” I stared at her. “How?” She hesitated for a beat too long, then smiled again — slow and secretive. “Let’s just say I have... connections. People who owe favors. There’s a passage. It’s not on any map.” “That’s insane.” “Possibly,” she allowed, a gleam in her eye. “But it’s the only time she agreed to see you. Midnight appointments aren’t unusual for her. She works best when the moon’s high.”

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil

DAWN I am looking into the spirit well in the Moon goddess garden, and feel Midnight sit next to me. “The heat is over. They are sleeping now.” Midnight says. “That’s good.” “She didn’t get pregnant.” She says calmly. “That might be for the best right now, I think trouble is coming,” I tell her. “OH?” She asks. “Some daughter of an Alpha are going to visit, they were good friends as kids until she tried to get our mates,” I tell her, and Midnight growls.

"Are you okay? That was- “ but my phone buzzed. Unknown number: Your taste lingers. Midnight. Door unlocked? Or I pick the lock. Choose wisely, mine.

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.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]