Midnight Dweller Novels & Stories

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

In the middle of the night, as stars shimmered above and the moon shined throughout the dark ink sky, its light lighted the way of our beloved character who currently was up to no good, now you're probably wondering why was she still awake on this unholy time. Well to answer your question Midnight isn't your typical 15 years old, no she was far more mature than most kids of her age and what she was about to do can send her straight to jail with a life's worth of imprisonment. With that looming thought in mind, didn't even phase her one bit for money was still money and if she doesn't do this then her head will be the price for the collateral damage.

Midnight drove up the street to the top where one exceptionally large dark blue home sat away from all the other homes but the slightly smaller rose-colored one next to it. Large yard areas were located on each side of the two homes, spacing them from the other houses down the street. “There it is.” Midnight pointed. “It is big for one person.” “Yes.” Jessie was in shock. “I expected just being assigned to a room.” 79 Laurann Dohner Midnight parked in the driveway and climbed out. Jessie got out more slowly. She reached into the back and gripped her gym bag, following Midnight to the front door. A

Hannah sits between Parker and I, and we both hold her hands. “And so it was one of the darkest and coldest midnights on record. There weren’t many packs in this area at the time, really only a few small ones. Including a band of ten males that called themselves Midnight Run. The storm seemed to come out of absolutely nowhere, catching the males off guard. They fought the wind and did all they could to secure what little belongings they had. But it was far too great a blizzard, and it brought with it more than the elements.

Once again no one was around so she made a sprint towards it. "No!" She cried out when the doors suddenly closed. The room brightened up aching her eyes trying to adjust from the sudden brightness. A loud clap echoed in the room. It came from a man with black shoulder-length hair, his chest bare with a long faded out scar. His golden eyes held amusement at the show, he was watching when the human sneaked around. "Welcome to my home! My name is Adam the infamous Midnight Howlers rogue leader. Pleasure to meet you, Iris." He bowed down like he's in some play or something.

I couldn’t understand him. He cleaned himself in the spring, scrubbing his skin, and I watched him silently, even as he walked out. As he made his way to the horse, water cascaded down his skin, dripping onto the floor until it puddled beside his feet. He dressed, then dug through his pack as he spoke to me. “I will get a fire started. We will spend the night here and hopefully arrive at the Southern Kingdom the day after tomorrow.” I nodded, wrapping my arms tight around myself. The spring water still clung to my skin, despite the shirt and the cloak around me. Cerus moved at a slow pace, his breath leaving his lips as a white cloud.

Damien Blackwood POV The early morning light filtered through the tall windows of the breakfast room in Blackwood Mansion, casting long golden beams across the polished oak table. I sat alone, a cup of freshly brewed tea steaming beside me as I scrolled through overnight reports on my tablet. European market updates. Construction progress on the new headquarters wing. Investor emails requesting meetings. Everything was exactly as it should be — orderly, predictable, under control. Everything except my thoughts.

’ She answers, and I smile. ‘Thank you.’ I say and look at my phone, and see it’s 8 AM in the morning. I wonder if Nora is awake, and I search for her mind, but I find her still sleeping. ‘Dawn is nicer than I. She waits for Nora to wake up.’ Midnight, tell me. ‘Dawn? Is that her wolf?’ I ask. ‘Yes, and my twin.’ Midnight says. ‘Twin? But I thought there had never been twin girls before.’ I answer.

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He had settled himself in the darkest corner of Buyan, closest to the deathless lands, where the northern lights shone above and snow maidens wandered the streets, searching for lovers that would melt them come spring with kisses sweet and arms like warm blood. Morning lagged on the horizon, and Morozko woke from a fitful sleep in the attic above the bar. He dragged himself downstairs and set to polishing glasses. The glasses trembled in his hands, and one slipped and shattered on the counter, slicing his palm. He cursed and tore fabric from his shirt to bind the cut.