Midnight Crossing Book Novels & Stories

-- "What I thought was fictional turns out to be real, and I eventually fall under the spell of the two beasts that shift under the moon." Adira and her grandmother moved from Santa Isabel to the city after an accident. She met her "knights" who were interested in her. Damon, a strange young man, and Jasper, her naughty neighbor. They consistently save her when she is in danger. Eventually, she uncovers their dark secret. She was caught between two handsome men who were also connected. And she doesn't know that the closer she gets to them, the more she puts herself in danger. And it might be too late to go back...

I don’t even know how far I fell or how I was rescued. As I leave dinner and move to walk back inside the packhouse, the cold chill from nights ago hits me. The very thing that set that fateful night in motion. The sun has just set and the air is thick with humidity. I’ve gotten used to this climate which is all the more reason the cold strikes me as bizarre. My eyes move to a post that sits just in front of the door, the crest of the pack is burned into it. “The Midnight Protectors; Light in the Dark.”

… Midnight. Rai turned back into a guy and he grinned, feeling very excited about this. His elder brother also will not be coming home, so no one will stop him from getting what he wanted tonight. Just thinking about entering that warm and moist space between a girl’s legs… pushing very hard until he reached her deepest depths… Rai can’t help but get a reaction already. Even if he never tasted nor felt that satisfying pleasure before, this is why he will do it tonight!

---------- ------------------ Several hours later . ---------- ------------------ Red found herself in the worst part of Springfield, an area simply called the Row. She had left the slaughterhouse and just kept walking for hours. Anyone who saw the stunningly beautiful redhead walking through that area with the sun having set would say that she was just asking for trouble. They would've been right.

Shailyn's head lowered in sadness, realizing how terrible of a mate she was. "It's okay, we'll call him" Skylar pulled her into a hug. "Are we ready to cross?" Andy asked and the others nodded, especially Maye as she silently cast a spell that hid their scent and they crossed the border to The Midnight pack, and a few miles later, they came to a stop again when they heard two voices, arguing. "Are you sure we are going the right Way!" "Give me a break boy, am trying here. Am only twelve!"

And he had a long nose that looked like a cursive L – L. “Sal Maan Roos Dee. He is a big writer. One of the biggest of all times. This man, see,” revealed my brother, showing the back cover of the book he had in his hands. The passport size photograph of the man on the back cover was exactly like the man I saw in my visions. I AM NOT KIDDING! I mean it! The front cover read: “An Extraordinary Novel” – The New York Review of Books ________________________________________________ MIDNIGHT’S CHILDREN

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.

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

The further they went, the heavier it grew, like unseen eyes tracked every hoofbeat. At midday, they crossed the river that marked the border. Its waters ran dark and fast, fed by mountain ice. A stone bridge spanned it, old as the first packs. The moment the first horse’s hoof struck the bridge, a howl split the air. It came from somewhere high, carried on the wind, hollow and resonant. Not Cassian’s. Not any Alpha’s. Kade stilled, the stallion shifting beneath him. His voice was a low growl against Lena’s ear. “The Council has marked our crossing.”