Midnight Fairy Novels & Stories

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

My magic will not spare them if they declare war against us; that much is obvious now. Since the forest of the Nightwalker Pack was less than a hundred miles away from the Mystic Sisters Coven and the expanded forest reserve we acquired, we moved half the population of gnomes and fairies there, but they are all free to travel back and forth as they choose. Belle, Gale, and Peony are the most active and friendliest fairies we have, and most gossipy too. They make my job easier; they talk to everyone, flying around the forest and beneath the ground like ambassadors of peace. If their reports are accurate, we might expect Unicorns and Phoenixes to join us soon.

I even threatened Matthew that if he did not send Shirley away right then, I would jump off a building. My craziness frightened everyone. They did not want a tragedy on Christmas Eve, so they convinced Matthew to have Shirley leave for a while. However, nobody expected that Shirley would faint from low blood sugar while walking in the neighborhood. With no one around to find her, she froze to death on that Christmas Eve night. It was a heartbreaking loss. After hearing the news, I was filled with remorse. However, Matthew, he changed for the better. He did not blame me and turned into the perfect husband.

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

I asked. “We need your help, your power can help stop them” he said, “You are a very powerful witch, your powers were bound when you were a child and they had to be unlocked on the night of the full moon by a powerful spell. Which is what happened when you touched the stone table the other night. We need a witch to stop them. I’m sorry but my mother set you up.” “So you knew what happened to the dresser the other night?” I questioned. “I had an idea” he ran his fingers through his hair.

He murmured, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to vibrate in my very core. His hand lingered near my cheek for a few seconds, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin, sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I felt as if the world had stopped, every sense heightened, every nerve ending alive with electricity. The tension was palpable, and I could feel my body weakening, a forbidden thrill coursing through my veins. I noticed his eyes darkened, his expression became unreadable. "Good night, Lilly." He said finally, his voice a low, husky whisper. “I'll see you in the morning.”

“And let me guess. This all took place at midnight and that is why midnight is significant.” He claps his hands together as he laughs with amusement. “Exactly. Midnight is such a special time, though they claim there’s a different hour for witching. No, midnight is perfect, especially for us. You’ll know soon enough.” I swallow back the bile shooting into my throat. “You aren’t done showing me the rest of my lives, aren’t you?” As soon as he calms, he nods in agreement. “Oh, yes, Valeria. I’m going to show you everything and then you won’t see your dear fated mate the same way ever again. This life, you will be mine.”

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

I could see a level of understanding cross the faces before me. “I was hidden away when my village was burned to the ground and sent out to the human world for protection. I only discovered my true identity a few days ago and yesterday I learned an even greater truth.” I had to stop once again to collect myself. I knew I had to show strength but the truth was I still hadn’t completely accepted everything I learned yesterday. It seemed that I was out of time. “All of you have heard the rumors and stories about the Midnight child. You have told your kids fairy tales and probably wondered if any of it had been true. It is.”

", Portia said as the dark mist disappeared. I ran to the gate and rushed in before it closes up, I ran to the room and covered myself up on my bed, drifting into sleep almost immediately. //////////////////////////////////////////// POV(ANASTASIA), I opened my eyes slowly and stretched as I yawned loudly, it's happening, finally, the warriors night, and I got a lot of work to do unless I'm running away, but it's not happening, I probably have to work hard. I should dream less and think more, I should learn to live the way I am, it's probably best that way. "Fiona come get the fabrics", Madam Pika called from outside and then I changed my mind, I don't want to like this it's annoying, maybe