Midnight Dweller Novels & Stories

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.

POV: LUCIAN VAEL Midnight in the Deadwoods was so quiet that lesser creatures might have mistaken it for peace. I stood at the outer perimeter of Ironveil territory, resting one hand against the bark of an ancient oak. The snowstorm had settled into a thin, icy mist that clung to the pine needles. Half a mile through the trees, the wolf Alpha’s fortress rose against the dark sky, all heavy gates, watchtowers, and silver-coated bars.

"Yeah, I know, Joesph." He rents the second penthouse, he wanted the own on the top floor, but supposedly, it's rented out though we have never seen anyone there. The third is rented by an older gentleman who has a taste for the finer things in life. Very traditional and the only human in the building daily. He is either none the wiser or doesn't care to be surrounded by half-wolves, half-humans. Emerald snorts, "ah so you are the midnight man." "What?"

Narrator- The midnight moon shone it's silver light unto the sleeping towns below, like a lighthouse's trustworthy signal. It penetrated the darkest alleys and exposed the textured rooftops from one street to the other. Beneath the blanket of this heavenly spotlight, Damien's mansion opened its doors, and from inside the red brick, cold building, poured out many angels of the night. Lanky shadows moved swiftly from one branch to another. Bare feet mutely scaled rooftops and squashed flower gardens, as pale figures spread out through the forest, the haste in their skinny limbs exaggerating their determination to succeed in the mission assigned by their master.

I fought to keep a smile off my face. “Shelter, while a bit sappy of a name, would encapsulate the imprisonment and containment bills of the past and benefit the public at large by making these criminals find a path to participate and exist in our borders in a productive manner, rather than a destructive one. While many packs could undertake this responsibility in some fashion, I’ve come to the conclusion that Midnight is better suited for the task, given its current state, connections, and resources.” I scoffed, turning the volume down. “How generous of him to give us his full endorsement.”

He ordered. I don’t know who died and made him the boss of me? What gave him the right to order me around? It made me furious, but again, I shouldn’t be surprised. Cain Cadell was known to treat witches like servants, and when they didn’t do his beddings, he killed them. Usually, in the most gruesome ways ever. I just want this night to be over with. I thought to myself, then said, “Just bring a shovel.” He gave me a Cheshire grin and nodded his head. The car ride was engulfed in a tense silence. He gave me a side glance, as we neared the cemetery, “How long have you lived in Midwick?” He asked out of the blue.

"Love you too L." We arrived at our apartment, with two bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. It is hard to find a decent apartment in New York, especially at a low rate. But my Best friend always wanted the best of the best which is automatically provided because she is loaded, she belongs to the mafia no wonder. We prepared the mojitos while dancing to the beats, then started our duo party. The blaring sound of my alarm beeped like there were troops ready to be deployed for battle.

Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return! SEE live on stage: Johnny Alucard—a zombie nightmare with hex appeal! SEE buckets of blood! SEE a live murder! Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown Oct. 31. Stage show at midnight. Moonlite Drive-in HWY 139 at north county road. $5.00 per car—bring your friends, you’ll be afraid to go home alone! Something about this—something I knew I should remember. It floated at the edge of my memory, then it was gone like a passing cloud. I folded the flyer into my jacket pocket and went inside.

At the height of the darkness, the night-owls of suburbia are still well and alive tonight. At 12 midnight, three knocks came knocking at Agatha’s apartment. She opened the door to a young couple about her age in pastel-colored shirts that looked gross in the moonlight. “Did you bring the stuff?” Agatha asked. “All ready, mate,” the boy replied. The two followed Agatha to a large twin-size bed in the lone apartment lit only by the pale moonlight penetrating through the veneers on her window.

“Please understand that.” He returned her kiss, his love was growing for her as the minutes passed, he knew he had to decide what to do now that they were in this together, even after the one and a half years, he couldn’t hand her over to the white dwellers, that is where the Council would find out what she is. She would have to be around them, Nick’s parents were part of the Council, that is why he blocked them from finding out who she was. He knew the night of the ritual when she almost died during the ritual. He saw both of the energies dancing together. It made sense, it scared him he wanted to touch the energy, but it was too powerful for him. She was a true Shadow Dweller, they only co