Midnight Dynasty Collection Novels & Stories

Mama took a deep breath, but she did not say anything. "Your mom told me that she is my mother’s long-lost sister," said Damon. "W-what?" I asked in surprise. "So I was right that we are cousins? " "Yes, you’re related," Dad said. "Are you pleased with the truth? " "Should I be content?" I asked. "We should talk about what we’ll do. The dark moon is coming, and we need to save Minerva before that happens." "I have a good reason to help my "cousin" save my "auntie," I said.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

Just a black text box. [NEW MESSAGE]: AUTHOR_ADMIN Congratulations!!! You're coloring outside the lines again, Rina. The Masquerade was supposed to end with your humiliation, not a standing ovation. Nice job! But do you think the Midnight Rose makes you a Queen? It makes you a target. WARNING: The manuscript has been seized by the publisher and it's self-correcting. If you don't return to the 'Villainess' path by the next lunar cycle, he will initiate a hard-reset.

THE rain had stopped just before dawn, leaving Dilim City drowned in silver reflections and smoke-colored fog. Although the Nacht Territory had always been dark, every sunset, a faint light could be seen at the horizon. Hevian again witnessed the chaotic charm of the Midnight District as if it breathed with dangerous life. The magic of the Moon Festival was suddenly gone. Instantly, as if it never happened. He'd long been used to it. Inside the council chamber on the Midnight Fortress, Hevian adjusted the black clasp of his cloak while Fang stood before the enormous window overlooking the city. Traxan, Fang's Beta, immediately excused himself as he saw him approaching his father.

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

“You shouldn’t be ashamed, Mids.” Midnight rankles at this, her eyes flying wide, and Jesse’s wolf turns in an eager circle. Because honestly he does think that they exist, he just wants to know more. A great deal more. This week Midnight has staunchly refused to take him to spy on the Atalaxians, but she has accidentally dropped some information about a dark palace on the other side of the world that she calls the Fancy House. And a Prince who lives there. And the cakes she gets to eat there once a year on the Day of Darkness, when she is allowed to go and mingle with everyone else.

He looked like he’d stepped out of one of the Renaissance portraits he probably owned — beautiful, remote, and dangerous. “Miss Selene Hart,” he said, voice low and cultured, with a faint European edge that made my stomach tighten. “You’re early. I like that.” I swallowed, clutching my portfolio tighter. “Thank you for seeing me at this hour, Dr. Voss.” A ghost of a smile touched his lips — there and gone. “The Collection only breathes after midnight. Daylight dilutes its truth.” He turned without waiting for a reply, long strides carrying him into a wide gallery. “Come.”

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

She has read that book too? Midnight was a character from one of his first books. The book was about a young man, who because of being possessed by demons, would go on a killing spree every midnight, the sight and scent of the blood being the only salvation from the mental and physical pain these demons brought him. That fucker was a total psycho. Jake felt wronged. Why should she call him that? Does Ryder think of him as a psycho? Yet, upon noticing Ryder beaming proudly like a little child, he didn't have the heart to refuse. "Why not."

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.