Midnight Dweller Novels & Stories

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.

I needed to swap the comic book I borrowed last month with another one anyway. I walked in through the front doors and a bell chimed. Jack, the store owner, was sleeping. I don’t blame him though. No one ever comes in here. Besides, I’d do anything to have the peace of mind he is no doubt experiencing. I grabbed a book from the shelf and got comfortable on one of seats. Perhaps too comfortable given the day I had. It wasn’t long before I dozed off. And with sleep came dreams of cockroaches, flying papers and green eyes. I jerked awake to see that the sky was dark. My phone vibrated in my back pocket. It was my mother.

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.

Midnight came with the sound of rain. The Crescent Moon facility sat on Harbor Street like a monument to the dead a warehouse converted into something that pretended to be a medical facility but looked more like a mausoleum. Steel walls. No windows. A single entrance that was currently wide open, light spilling out onto the wet pavement like an invitation written in blood.

[3rd POV—Damon] On the southern tip of Roosevelt Island, an abandoned Renwick Smallpox Hospital was built in the mid-nineteenth century, but it wasn’t abandoned no more. It’s just right within the cityscape, sitting out in plain sight. That’s where the address Davien sent to him. Damon didn’t hesitate to drive his car at full speed into that area. Underneath whatever remains in that old hospital building is a hideout.

SLOANE “Midnight, we move at midnight,” I said, as I nodded. I loved how my sternness worked for Annika. “Why midnight?” she asked, and I adored that. She needed details; I needed to give her details. With the details, she knew what we were up against; she could measure the dangers. “Because the guards take a small smoke break at exactly eleven forty,” I said, and she nodded. She waited for more details. “The camera in the hall blinks slowly, the color changes from green to yellow. And there’s a servant who switches with the driver at midnight. That’s where my father comes in with his men.” I paused, and then I continued.

Encounters with people seemed a hurdle. The closing time of the bookstore was 7 pm, yet, he goes home near midnight occasionally due to forgetting the time. Books are fortes that take you off the world you know, off your hurdle to a place of adventure and discoveries of imaginary possessions; pals. Getting home, he unfurled his door and plunged the new book he picked from the bookstore onto his table. 'The Moonlight Slave' by Shadows. After plopping the book, he did his routine. Showering, eating leftovers, and hopping into his mattress with the book in his hand. He comfortably sighed and positioned the book on top of him.

But I should really have a back up plan. ------ Joanna POV: It was midnight and honestly it was quiet. Around this time is when people come out to this part of time and require some of my services. No one wants to be seen going to the dark part of town, that could only mean their looking for trouble. I just sat behind the desk and read until I heard the door chimed. I peeked up and a woman came in. She looked like she was trying to hide her identity, but in was failing terribly. Even in the dimly lit room, she looked a bit familiar I just couldn’t place where.

** Ryder’s POV ** By the time Callen and I reach the main hall of Midnight Pack to meet with Josh, the sun is already high in the sky as it approaches midday. The building itself is impressive, an old converted war hospital, all stone alcoves and brick, they don’t build them like this anymore. It’s solid and sturdy, standing here for well over a century without crumbling, and Josh, Alpha of Midnight, fits it perfectly.