Midnight Dweller Novels & Stories

I know it was the dead of the night but there should have still been a couple of guards patrolling and the fact that Xavier wasn't in the room meant that there was something to attend to. For the life of me, I couldn't find my phone so I couldn't even think to call him. Eventually, I ended up falling asleep again, not knowing that a greater danger was waiting for me. By the time I had drifted to the Dreamworld, I found myself at a party. I knew I was at a pack but I just didn't know what pack. It was a small celebration with bright lights hanging from pole to pole, a small band playing up front, a table of food and drinks to the side and a seating of not less than thirty to fifty people.

Two years back, when Shirley came home from abroad, she gave a Patek Philippe watch to Matthew. Matthew was over the moon, wearing it all the time, even to bed, unless he had to take it off for something big like surgery. However, I just could not figure out who this well-off, polished man was. He caught on to my puzzled look, but instead of getting upset, he just smiled. "I'm Edwin." I froze. Edwin Gordon? How could that be? I remembered Edwin always had those super thick glasses, like the bottom of a beer bottle. He was the kid who did not have much, always eating just bread with margarine, skinny as a stick.

They dragged him outside, while his family screamed. We didn’t stop there. Warehouse after warehouse, abandoned building after building, we combed through the dark corners of the pack, backed by squads of soldiers. Every uncompleted structure was breached, every floor turned over. It was a full-blown sweep. By nightfall, we’d discovered another hideout, a grim, dimly lit basement where a group of young boys were being trained, their minds twisted, their bodies marked for espionage. It was enough, more than enough. By the time the moon rose, we stood by the roadside shop, leaning against the hood of my car. The sky was dusted with stars, the silence oddly comforting. I popped open two bottles

Just the three of them moving through the warehouse in the dark with Jax shouldering his bag, Lena rolling the pathway sketches into her jacket pocket, Aria pocketing the three drives with the care of someone handling something that has taken weeks to build and cannot be rebuilt if lost. The door groaned open. The night air hit them cold and wet, carrying the smell of rain that had fallen earlier and pavement that was still giving it back up. The city at midnight was a different city than the one they had been moving through during the day… quieter at the edges, more itself at the center, the neon still running but the crowd gone, the streets belonging to delivery workers and insomniacs and

She had to devise a means to obstruct it stealthily without any chaos or war. So she cloned herself, dropped her clone at the nursing home, and shape-shifted into a young married lady named Mrs. Woodrow. Alyssa searched for Alcinder's Wolf and finally found it. It was as stubborn as a mule, on a deserted island out on the outskirts of Alparo. It was skinny, cursed, infected, and Aggressive. Alyssa was finally able to weaken its spirit and scent for a while then she brought it into Alparo without alerting Velda’s demons.

It felt like a physical touch, a precursor to what was coming. When Midnight moved into the room, he didn't make a sound. He simply appeared, a darker shape moving through the dark. He reached back and closed the glass door behind him, the lock engaging with a soft, final click that seemed to echo through the entire apartment. Tonight, he looked less like a phantom and more like a man, though that didn't make him any less terrifying. He wore a black button-down shirt and dark trousers, but no shoes. The sight of his bare feet on her white marble floor felt strangely, uncomfortably intimate. It stripped away the formality of his intrusion, making the space feel like it belonged to him as much

And yet, as I stood in the middle of a rose garden in summer, the light pollution from the city brightening the sky to a state of perpetual twilight, I couldn’t find my way from my room to the storage shed on the other end of the garden. Pulling out my phone, I turned on the small flashlight and pointed it down at my feet, hoping that nobody was watching to see what I’m up to. I had been careful to wait until the house was empty, staying up until I knew the last of the staff had either left or retired for the night. Other than my on-call nurse, there shouldn’t be anyone left here at the villa except for me and my mysterious housemate. Whoever this person is, I hope they don't mind me waking

That’s what she found knowing who Midnight Vamos Del Fierro was. Some article says that Midnight is a controlling maniac, who excel on each field he choose. A prodigy at the age of 20, in spite of being a drop out from college. However, that doesn’t mean, he begins to dig his way out with nothing. He inherited billions and assets from his parents, both him and his brother, who wasn’t mentioned to any of the tabloids. And a recent article on a news from an insider had given a current information about Mr. Del Fierro’s whereabouts.

“You shouldn’t be ashamed, Mids.” Midnight rankles at this, her eyes flying wide, and Jesse’s wolf turns in an eager circle. Because honestly he does think that they exist, he just wants to know more. A great deal more. This week Midnight has staunchly refused to take him to spy on the Atalaxians, but she has accidentally dropped some information about a dark palace on the other side of the world that she calls the Fancy House. And a Prince who lives there. And the cakes she gets to eat there once a year on the Day of Darkness, when she is allowed to go and mingle with everyone else.

~Destiny's POV~ I never thought I'd get pinched in a place like this...a dingy little mini-mart on the edge of downtown, the kind where the fluorescent lights buzz like angry hornets and the air smells like stale coffee and desperation. It was late, past midnight, and the streets outside were slick with rain, reflecting the neon glow from the sign that flickered 'Open 24/7.' I was broke as hell, my wallet lighter than my mood after a shitty shift at the diner. A couple energy drinks and a pack of smokes? That's all I swiped. Easy in, easy out. Or so I thought.