Midnight Dweller Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he moaned in pain. "Where do you think you're going, huh?" Before Dante could process the question, hot coal came raining down on him. He screamed, falling back into the first pile. His body dangled around, seeking a means of escape. "No one is going to hear you, no matter how loud you scream. Reserve your energy, you'll need it to survive the night. Left to me, I'd leave you in here forever because this is where you belong." Xander spat. They pulled the lid over the well, leaving him to suffer his uncanny fate.

-- "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...

Every pack began to hear of the incredible child that had recently been born into the Midnight pack, placing the pack on high alert. Nine months passed and it seemed as though tension with other packs was starting to relax. They seemed to take the news of this child as a gift and not something to fear. Still, security around the small town of Atlas, the home of the Midnight pack, didn’t let up. Patrols were sent out every night, twice as many warriors as there used to be all to ensure the child was kept safe.

Midnight My name is Midnight. I was born exactly at midnight, on December 29, 2002. My last name is Lipovsky, although it should be Vosse, but that's a story for another day. I am 20 years, 4 months and 2 days old. And I'm a bit weird.

Dan prepared to give them the most important piece of information. “We know that it is a huge and very dangerous creature,” Norma told him, “but we still don't know who it is and where to locate it. Do you know anything about him?” “I only know that this Zander guy is very upset by the dead vampires, and he wants to hunt that creature as he can. He already knows who he is and I hear he has a trap set for him at midnight.” “A trap?” Mark asked. “What kind of trap?” “I couldn't find out more, I only know that he managed to communicate with him and they agreed to meet at midnight in an abandoned industrial complex, but he will wait for him with a prepared trap.”

Like it’s recognizing an old neighbor it never expected to see again. I swallow and step forward, careful, respectful. “You’re… part of Midnight.” I am Midnight, the Sleeper corrects mildly. Or at least the bit that naps under the furniture. Blake chokes on a laugh. “I knew this place had a basement monster.” The Sleeper hums thoughtfully. I like him. He’s crunchy. “Please don’t eat my pack,” Ethan mutters. No promises, the Sleeper replies cheerfully. But I usually ask first.

She has been drugged and we need to extract her again. Looking around I watch as they all nodded and saluted. 'We have a long run ahead of us. Shift and let's move.' Midnight is happy to be free stretching his long legs he ate the ground up quickly moving with ease and speed my men following behind me as we head for the entrance to the Underworld for the second time. It's a long trek, more than a day so I keep up a steady pace not stopping until the sun dips below the horizon. 'Hang on baby, I'm coming.' I say as we make camp.

He wouldn't be here before the sun heating profusely, standing straight on head, just a few minutes before lunch. "Sir, One of the gang from sunset city has been spotted at the middle of the night. Coming sharp at twelve midnight and leave exactly on three on the morning." Like a horse track, he started without letting a gap to breathe in between the words. At the midst of half panicking, and half struggling against words and his aching lungs who desperate for air after those run he made, he doesn't notice from the dark room filled with mahogany woods smell and something minty in the air, two shining eyes like the cat's eyes in the dark staring back to him, ready to attack. The many stack of

The Thorne-Vane Headquarters—a 102-story spire of black glass and chrome—loomed over Midtown like a monument to a dead god. Usually, the plaza was a silent expanse of expensive marble and security guards. Tonight, it was a war zone. Avery stood at the head of a column of three thousand people. These weren't soldiers; they were the "Discarded." Janitors in their grey coveralls, nurses still wearing their scrubs, and the "Midnight Donors" from the tunnels, their eyes glowing with that strange, new Sombra light.

The data chip remained hidden, a precious treasure close to her skin. Finally, the night of the third moon arrived. The city, bathed in its cool, ethereal glow, seemed to hold its breath. Anya navigated the twisting streets of District 17, her heart pounding against her ribs. She reached Midnight Alley, a notorious den of thieves and scavengers. The air hung heavy with the smell of stale food and something vaguely chemical.