Midnight Crossing Book Novels & Stories

It was midnight when the Flying-cloud Stone passed over the Miasma Mountain Range and the party of three finally reached the Ridge of Broken Souls. The night was silent. So usually still that one would have felt shivers creeping up his back. Not a light was in sight, not even the flicker of a candle or the glowing embers of a burning hearth. Only a pitch-black wall waited before them with dangers lurking about sinisterly.

I thought: Kaden Cross found his father's locked room and opened it and sent it to me. I thought: that is a man beginning to understand the size of what he did. Zane's shoulder was warm against mine. I leaned into it. I opened the book again. I read. The fire burned low. The founding ground slept around us. And somewhere three hundred miles south, Kaden Cross sat at his window and looked north and thought about a locked room and an old book and the girl with the silver eyes who was reading it tonight on founding ground that was going to change everything.

Yet now, just like her mother, she chose Luther over me. Leaning against the headboard, Luther smiled and picked Naomi up in his arms. "You're really my sweet girl, aren't you, Naomi?" Willow immediately stepped forward with concern. "How are you feeling? Is your head still spinning?" What a perfect picture of a family of three. A cold laugh escaped my throat as I shook my head, forcing down the dull ache in my chest. Once I picked up my ID and passport, I turned to leave. … After booking my flight, I stared at my phone. The screen showed a departure three days away. I looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky, and my thoughts began to drift.

These were all written in blood. The night drew closer and campers were all inside their tent when the hungry-looking beast walked into camp dropping the note he had written in the middle of the camp. The beast left. The night was long, the moon hung high in the velvety night sky, casting a soft, silvery glow over the camp tents. Stars shimmered like distant diamonds, forming constellations that whispered stories. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, their shadows dancing in the moonlight. It was the dawn of a new day, the sun shone brightly making it a lovely day.

Jake mindlinks. His voice threatens to ruin the only peace I’ve felt in the last year. The water glistens in the moonlight, begging me to stay. I shut my mindlink off and oblige. Scooting off the rock that’s held me most of the day, I walk towards the little clearing. This clearing occupies most of my memories. It’s only fitting that I sleep here on what could be the last time I’ll ever see this place. I look behind each tree, hoping to find my dad’s stash of blankets and clothes. He always kept stuff here, just in case. I thought it was a stupid idea when I was a kid, but I’m grateful for it now. I yank a blanket out of the basket and cover myself with it, watching the fireflies dance with

"The Celestial Bridge" In the quiet depths of the enchanted realm, beneath the celestial glow of the sacred tree, Luna found herself drawn to a revelation—a discovery that would unveil new horizons beyond the familiar borders of Nampa. This marked the beginning of "The Celestial Bridge." One moonlit night, as Luna wandered through the mystical woods, a shimmering portal materialized before her. The air itself seemed to resonate with ancient magic, and the portal radiated a celestial glow. Luna, guided by an instinct she couldn't quite explain, stepped through the luminous gateway.

But I thought everything would become so messed up. They would think I am crazy and I didn't want that at all. I went in and after changing my clothes I came out and said was using my phone and then I decided to take a nap and in the afternoon I got up and I was sitting on my terrace. It wasn't raining and I was enjoying my coffee and was reading the book and then rain started again. I immediately got up and Was about to go inside the room When I saw a dark shadow near the tree across the road.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

Most were about history, leadership, strategy. But there were a few that surprised me. Poetry. Classic literature. A worn copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. I smiled despite everything. Xavier reading poetry felt… unexpected. I pulled the poetry book out. Flipped through it. Some pages were dog-eared. Lines underlined. “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” My throat tightened. I put the book back so fast you would think it burned me. Then I moved to his desk.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs: