Midnight Dweller Novels & Stories

Tonight had been the price and I had paid it. A soft knock came at the door. My eyes opened immediately. I didn't answer. The door creaked open anyway. Of course. I sat up slowly as Shawn stepped inside. Shawn. Moonlight from the corridor framed him like a shadow cut into the doorway. He closed the door behind him without a sound. He looked exactly as he always did, calm, composed, dangerous. His eyes searched the room until they landed on me. "There you are," he said quietly. My wolf stirred again.

[--Kaiser Volkov--] It was twelve midnight, the kind of hour when most people are nestled comfortably in their beds, lost in the embrace of sleep. The world outside is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hum of a passing car to remind you that life continues, even in the dead of night. Normal people would be doing something sensible, like resting, and recharging for the day ahead. Too bad I’ve never been one of those people.

But Midnight insists that they have to get back, that it would be very bad if the God of Darkness found them gone. “Won’t it…cause a bit of trouble?” Anton asks. “When he sees all of your new stuff?” He looks worriedly around at all of the bags and packages looped on Midnight’s arms and bizarrely tied to her ankles. She explained that the ties will help her transport more, but still – it’s weird. “No,” Midnight says, sighing happily. “He never comes into my house. So this will all just be indoor stuff.” I grimace a little, hoping that continues to be true. But Midnight seems blissfully happy, even if she is surprised when I move forward and wrap her in a hug.

The sound coming from a horror film behind me battered when the thunder strike with the high volume that even the next building can be disturb. "Go to bed now," I commanded and closed the Tv. "Party pooper, the best scene was yet to come!" "I'm not sleepy!" And they started complaints, but in the end, they still follow me and eventually go to their room. I left a note besides Nate to take care of everything while I'm at work. I choosed to walked instead to use my scooter this time, the nighttime in the city is beautiful opposite from the morning, morning is a curse. I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself.

"Think about that later on. Should I come?? You might need some help." "No, I can handle that little douchebag." I picked up my jacket and the driver dropped me at his home. I rang the bell but he didn't open it. I looked out for the key and i found it under the rug. I opened the door with the key and entered. It was completely dark in there. He wasn't there and I was getting worried. I found the switch and turned on the lights. I looked around to see but it was the same as in the morning.

Nights like these are so underrated. Long after we’ve tucked into bed for the night, I wake up, my throat parched. I don’t have to look at the clock to know it’s the wee hours of the morning, but this is pretty standard for me. I’ve always been a light sleeper, and it’s not uncommon for me to wake up and grab a midnight snack or drink. I need something to quench my thirst, so I slip out of bed quietly, making my way downstairs to the kitchen.

She cautiously made her way down, emerging into a small room. "What the . . ." she started. The tunnel dead-ended about twenty feet down, but the wall next to it had been dug out for about ten feet and reinforced with steel. There was actually a queen-sized bed, some plastic vines decorating the walls and partially covering a mural . . . a depiction of a beach and a sunset. It brought the real world into the tunnel . . . making it home. There was a bookshelf and a dresser, almost like a real-world bedroom. There were some clothes hanging over the back of a chair . . . red leather pants and a redshirt. It was definitely where Red stayed. It was a strange space, not at all the way Jane picture

I sat back, “If he’s after the traffickers, his best bet is to infiltrate Sinner’s Haven and get Midnight into a chokehold.” Renda frowned, “What do you mean?” “Midnight has three main sources of income: Club Heaven, Sinner’s Haven, and all the illicit activities it covers up through the border patrol.” Renda narrowed her eyes and nodded, “Have you met Mordecai?” I nodded and shuddered, “And I hope to never see him again.”

At the end of a long hallway, door on the left, a bed that was made with the kind of precision that suggested nobody had ever actually slept in it. I sat on the edge of it, pressed my thumb to my wrist and looked at the room; the room looked back at me. Somewhere down the hall, on the other side of a house that could have swallowed my entire apartment, Zaden Cole was doing whatever Zaden Cole did at nine pm on a Wednesday night that was apparently more important than acknowledging that today ever happened.

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil