Midnight Crossing Book Novels & Stories

We weren't running from the contract; we were coming to burn the paper. As we crossed the final ridge and saw the distant, shimmering blue of the Mediterranean, the air changed. The scent of salt and rot drifted up from Marseille. The auction was about to begin, and the 230,000-word journey was heading straight into the heart of the storm. We weren't the Billionaires. We weren't the Scavengers. We were the Anomaly. And the "Crossing" was over.

The carriage gave a lurch forward as the black stallions started their trek toward the dreary castle once more. It snowed on the way the trees dusted with fresh white powder and the mountains gleamed in the sun. The cold air did not bother me instead it rejuvenated my energy and I felt at home. This landscape was my home. The castle was not my home however. It’s obsidian walls and towers were a dark reminder that this was not meant to be. This land was not supposed to be so empty and dark. The carriage creaked as it rolled onto the only bridge that crossed The Divide leading to the castles main gates. I shuddered whatever had made that scaring crevice was not natural. Emma hid her head in my

"The place knows no balance. It is a domain of the pagan spirits. I have heard the people of this mysterious tribe call it many names - the Spring, the Oasis, the Abyss, and the Well of Horns, or simply just the Well. The first time I saw it, I described it as more like a Well of Teeth. Now I have only one name for it. The Crossing." Just below the last paragraph was a simple location within the book: Page 47. Already intrigued beyond control, Lyda hastily flipped through the book until she came to page 47. It was difficult to make out some of the page numbers because of how faded they were, but Lyda knew she had found the right page when she read the title of the new passage at the top: The

She has read that book too? Midnight was a character from one of his first books. The book was about a young man, who because of being possessed by demons, would go on a killing spree every midnight, the sight and scent of the blood being the only salvation from the mental and physical pain these demons brought him. That fucker was a total psycho. Jake felt wronged. Why should she call him that? Does Ryder think of him as a psycho? Yet, upon noticing Ryder beaming proudly like a little child, he didn't have the heart to refuse. "Why not."

Midnight comes as perfect black, the true companion of every good night. It deepens over a broad and starlight sky, a sweet embrace and a fresh chance to dream anew. That was the time when Joshua Hong arrived at the Hong residence. He didn't had the chance to go back at his hotel and get his cellphone.

AVERY I tried to focus on the call, I swear I did. But when he slipped another finger inside me, stretching me. I couldn’t help but moan loudly. My toes dug into the bed, a strangled moan tearing from my throat as he stroked me with his tongue. My hands pulled at his restraints, the fire in my lower abdomen spreading as he sucked my clit, leaving me trembling under him. “Oh, God.” I gasped, arching helplessly as his fingers hit a spot.

And once a leader’s image starts to crack, it doesn’t stop until the whole thing falls apart. I called for a scribe.“One word,” I said. He dipped his quill, waiting. Agreed. Two days later, I took Kyle and one other soldier and together, we headed to the meeting point. REDD CROSSING. The land stretched wide and empty under a low gray sky. The air was cold enough to sting my cheeks. Each breath came out as a pale cloud, drifting and fading into nothing. We passed bare trees stripped down to bone, their branches scratching at the sky like claws. Once, we crossed an old bridge where the boards groaned under the weight of the car. The river below moved slowly and dark, swallowing the light.

"Okay, okay. Well, the nickname first came to me because of a book I have read. You know the one with the psychopath that killed his victims every midnight." Jasmine frowned in distaste. Is this girl courting death? Why would she name a stranger after a psychopath? "The one you kept calling your baby? That died in the end and you mourned him for a whole week?" Ryder nodded. "He was precious and adorable and didn't deserve all that happened to him. My baby deserved all the love in the world." She stubbornly defended a psychopath from a book. The book was written by the same author that had written "The Ashen Soul" that she was currently reading, titled "Who Killed Midnight". This book was one

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

Not a cursed bride. A version of me that hadn’t been born yet. I took the book from my jacket. Flipped to the final page. Written in deep, dried red ink: > “If you want to break this, you must be reborn—with your child. Under the Blood Moon.” I looked out the window. Tonight... the moon really did look redder than usual. --- I didn’t sleep again. I waited until morning. When I came downstairs, Mrs. Whitmore was already in the kitchen. Sitting quietly. Watching.