Midnight Dweller Novels & Stories

I shook my head, too confused to speak. “Because the last time a lunar eclipse appeared here, something extraordinary happened. A bond formed between two wolves, marked by the moon herself. We call it "Midnight's Mark". It has not appeared in one hundred and twenty-three years. Most think it’s legend, but I saw it when I was young.” My mouth felt dry. “What kind of bond?” “The truest kind, a mate bond chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, marked on the skin at the eclipse’s peak. Those who bear it are destined for each other, their souls matched perfectly. Such bonds appear only when the pack needs them most.”

1Maya. There were noises, like heavy boxes thumping against the wall, then a muffled curse slipped under my door. I was in my apartment, bare feet curled on the couch, pretending to watch some mindless N*****x show I’d already seen a hundred times. But the moment I heard the elevator doors groan and the shuffle of feet in the hallway, my attention shifted. I turned the volume down, barely breathing. It was after midnight. Nobody moved in at midnight. Nobody except the man I’d watched from my peephole for the last three nights, always after dark, always alone.

We went down to the underground parking garage where his driver was already waiting. Thirty minutes later, we arrived at an unmarked black building on the outskirts of the city with no sign and no windows on the lower floors, just a single heavy steel door guarded by two large men in suits. Damien placed his hand on my lower back and guided me inside. “Welcome to the Midnight Club,” he said quietly. “The one place where even I don’t have full control. But here… we can hide you, and perhaps… find answers.” The moment we stepped through the second set of doors, the atmosphere changed completely.

"Then you burn the whole thing down in my memory." He stared at me. Then he kissed me. Hard. Desperate. The way a man kisses a woman when he's afraid it might be the last time. "Midnight," he said against my lips. "Midnight." "I'll be two blocks away. With a sniper rifle." "I wouldn't expect anything less." --- The address was a warehouse in Red Hook. Abandoned. Boarded up. The kind of place where bodies got buried and secrets got kept. I arrived at 11:57 PM.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Zariah The safe house was one I'd never seen, a new one, a clean one, one Vance had never known existed, which was the whole point of it, a low brick house on a dead-end street somewhere southwest of the city, with blackout shades and a generator and men I half-recognized standing quiet in the dark yard. They took me and Malik and the bleeding boy in a little before midnight, and the door closed behind us, and for the first time in sixteen hours nobody was pointing a weapon at anything I loved.

He knows the predator is in the room, but he can't see the teeth. I walk out into the hallway. The grandfather clock chimes. Dong. Dong. Dong. Ten o'clock. The house will be asleep by midnight. At 04:22, I will be reborn.

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.

"God help me, I missed working with people who had nothing left to lose. Get out of here. Both of you. Go turn your phones off, buy some burner gear, and find someplace quiet. Midnight changes everything." They left the loft into the damp, biting chill of the midnight-approaching streets. The rain had slowed to a heavy mist, casting long, bruised violet shadows under the flickering sodium streetlights of the city's industrial fringe. They walked in silence for several blocks until they found a dingy, twenty-four-hour diner tucked between a closed auto-repair shop and a shuttered laundromat. The diner smelled intensely of burnt coffee, fried grease, and old bleach. A single neon sign in the w

Midnight Walk: One day Matthews was tired from running earn the day he went to sleep early. He woke up in the middle of the night. Matthew Sleep in a separate room from the girl normally at night he checks on them. But he didn't see them in their room Matthew walked down the hallway and didn't see them in their room. he wonders where they were as he looked around for the orphans but he couldn't find them.