Midnight Fairy Novels & Stories

I look towards Lily and she nods her head at me, “yes, let’s go.” The four of us made our way to my office in silence, nobody said a word. As my office door closed Jason blurted out, "Midnight killed Hades and is the rightful ruler of the underworld!” “What?” I say, unsure of what I just heard. “It’s- it’s true,” Midnight says quietly, “I held the sword of Demoirta in my hands… and I killed him with it.” I hear Lily gasps slightly before she pulls Midnight into her arms.

It was big and red, and it was important to him, but he couldn't remember who that someone was. His mind was constantly foggy, as if he lived in a cloud, and when a voice called to him inside his mind, he ignored it, thinking it was a hallucination. Midnight was trapped inside Gary's mind. The witch had armored him, and Gary didn't even remember he existed. Every day Midnight called out to Gary. Every day he tried to do Gary's shift. Nothing worked, and when he dared leave the corner where he was, the fog surrounded and suffocated him.

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. “I’m not ashamed, Jesse,” Midnight says, her voice low and dangerous as she stares at him, unblinking. Jesse fights his smile, because Midnight is very adorable when she gets all serious like this. “The people in the Fancy House are real.” “If you say so, Mids,” Jesse sighs, putting forward a few more sticks. But Midnight ignores the sticks. “You’d better believe me, Jesse Sinclair,” she snaps. “I do believe you,” he murmurs, gentle and condescending, the voice he uses when Seraphina tells him that there’s a monster under her bed. And like Seraphina, the tone just

My mothers eyes met mine, as she began to tell her story. “Do you remember the young girl I used to tell you about?” My mothers tone sounded hopeful. I thought back to the stories of the fae my mum told me as a child, remembering the story of an 19 year old girl named Clarissa. Clarissa was the princess of the fae island, Midsummer, and she was next in line for the throne.

Her black pupils expands and her long silvery hair billows in the icy breeze. Then she suddenly knows the answer, it comes to her in the form of a whisper in the fleeting wind. There is one last chance to bring order to the universe, one last chance for her to take her rightful place. She smiles, disappears through the fog, but a whisper of her song can still be heard: "Only at dusk following the darkest night, will you get the chance to glimpse the magical power of the fairy queen’s might..."

I asked. She explained, “Well for the elves & fairies with little magic, in the winter time when it snows, if you’re pure-hearted, you’re granted a wish if you stand in the snow and wish for something at midnight.” I mumbled, “That sounds wonderful. I wish I could stand in the snow at midnight and be granted a wish.” She asked, “What did you say? You’re speaking too low.” “Nothing. I was wondering how did I get here. Did you summon me? Something took over me and brought me here. Was it you?”

"I don't know. I just thought you might like this since I noticed you're really into baggy shirts?" Daeira grinned at him. "I feel like a Cinderella with a personal fairy god mother." "Cinderella?" "You know that Disney princess who has glass slipper and turned from maid into a beautiful woman with glittering gowns through the help of fairy god mother. But only until midnight." "I'm the fairy god mother, huh?" he smirked. "Looks like it," she said. "Well, I would rid of these clothes at midnight too." he teased. "Yah. Don't you dare." she pouted while crossing her arms around her chest which made him grinned at her.

Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return! SEE live on stage: Johnny Alucard—a zombie nightmare with hex appeal! SEE buckets of blood! SEE a live murder! Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown Oct. 31. Stage show at midnight. Moonlite Drive-in HWY 139 at north county road. $5.00 per car—bring your friends, you’ll be afraid to go home alone! Something about this—something I knew I should remember. It floated at the edge of my memory, then it was gone like a passing cloud. I folded the flyer into my jacket pocket and went inside.

“Meet the Fairy o’ meter version 3.2! With a juicy morsel of fairy cake offering as a bait, the cage will trigger when a fairy flies into it and trap the winged menace. Following that, a priest’s blessing circle will activate and dispel the madness caused by the miasma. After which, the fairy will be given instruction from a secret manual hidden in the cake as I transport them to the baron. If they are smart, they will bid their time for revenge and free themselves the moment I hand them over to the disgusting nobleman. How’s that? Pretty clever, huh?” Nodding in approval, Zen had to give Damian credit for creating something new in such a short period of time. “It’s a good idea,” Zen grinned

It turned out that Sophia heard her, the girl had already left the clown fish, and I don't know when Sophia had been sitting next to her, looking at her with an innocent look. "Sophia, did you hear that?" Elina scratched her head that wasn't itchy. Not sure what to make of it. Sophia gave a small nod with a curious look at the word "pedophile" that Elina said. Sophia did have a high level of curiosity. "Honey, it's time for bed. Isn't tomorrow your first day as Mr. Oliver's personal maid? You can't oversleep." Emily tried to change the subject. "Yes, mom. I almost forgot. Alright Elina, good night. I'm going to bed first."