Midnight Crossing Book Novels & Stories

Dear Reader, Thank you for walking this long journey with me. For holding Lunessa’s hand in the darkness. For standing beside Azrik through the fire. For dreaming with me, until the very end. But is it really the end? Some stories are too powerful to end here. Shaelith and Seraphira still have their tale to tell. ‘Twins of Midnight’ is coming January 2026. Set in a new age, where the world has shifted but their powers remain, only haunted by the mistake of their father.

The Midnight Hour As the clock struck twelve, May slipped out of the cabin, her heart pounding in her chest. She had on a dark hoodie and jeans, blending into the shadows as she moved silently through the woods. The moon was a faint glow behind a veil of clouds, casting an eerie pallor over the landscape. Every step felt heavier than the last, each crack of a twig beneath her feet echoing like a gunshot in the silence. She reached the outskirts of the old warehouse, a dilapidated structure long abandoned, its windows shattered and walls covered in peeling paint. The place looked like it hadn’t seen life in years, yet tonight, it seemed alive with secrets.

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

In their place was something new, something raw and honest. She was owned by Midnight. And as she looked up at the stars while he drove her back toward the edge, she knew that the dark desire series had only just begun. There was no going back to the light.

“Born as one, but split by time, twins that should never depart will hold the sun and the other the moon. The starts in between and the life they hold, protected, the ones who should protect, but will be torn by fate and lies. How would their life end up, from the loop of insanity that’s starting to mark their reality?” Opening the book and letting it decide by flipping its pages and comes stopping at a certain page. She reads those words as her smile never faded in between. With the clear picture of the character that is being presented, she once more giggles closing the book and holding it close to her embrace. With the title that is unrecognizable in the present time, and with the words t

They cleared, and he nodded to the four demon bloods. “You can cross,” he said. They all hesitated before crossing the boundary, but Tommy smiled as they did. “Welcome to Midnight Moon,” he said, and the woman smiled. The men nodded, one looked hesitant, but I noticed that all of them kept glancing at me. I walked over while holding Abigail’s hand and encouraged her to go back to her mother. She giggled and skipped back happily. “Mummy,” she said. “Can you feel it?” Her mother nodded and looked up at me.

Winter is definitely approaching quickly. I thought it was going to be difficult to light the fireplace but the moment I held the lighter close to the wood it lit up. I sat down on the floor so that I could be close to the fire. I glanced at the clock, 6:15pm. I leaned over and grabbed the first book from the couch. The lightening thief. Maybe I could read one chapter and go and try to sleep. It was already 9 pm, and I was really tired, but the book was so interesting, demigods, minotaurs, camp half blood ...

She ran a fingertip over the newly drawn archway and staircase, recalling Alexander’s praise and the hush that fell when the cloaked stranger delivered a brass key. A thrill of anticipation shot through her before she remembered: the key. Heart pounding, she hurried to her desk and found the small envelope Laurent had tucked inside. It bore no postmark, only her name in flowing script. She slit it open to find a single card of heavy, cream colored stock: on one side, an embossed key motif; on the other, three words in the same elegant hand: “Meet me—Midnight Bridge.” Her pulse quickened. Midnight Bridge: the old stone crossing over the canal where she and Alexander had first sketched togethe

But neither the gods know what sinister mysteries lurk in the quiet, lush town, hiding behind the endless sea of weeping willows and towering mahoganies. Today is the day that the Midnight Club goes on yet another one of their pretentious adventures; leaving behind Isaac who was still high on alprazolam, Gwyneth who was still in dreamland, and Dean who has unfortunately passed off. The sun is just starting to shed off its blankets at 7 in the morning. Dew on the shrubs and bushes along the streets and avenues were just starting to dry up. Agatha Leon filled herself with early morning bitter coffee; Mickey took his breakfast with his moms; Isa took bites from a cereal bar while packing her dr

Then it made a sound I had never heard before. Small. Broken. Almost childlike. Its hand rose, trembling, and pressed against the glass. “Red,” it whispered. “Yes,” I said. “Red River Crossing.” The golden eyes widened. Its breathing grew uneven. I turned the page to the woman in the blue shawl. Subject One’s claws scraped the floor once. “Mama.” Caleb looked down. Daniel turned his face away. My own throat tightened so hard I had to wait before speaking. “We found your sketchbook.”