Midnight Fiction Lyrics Novels & Stories

As I ran my hands through the keys of the piano, I got lost in the music and began to sing as well. “Moonlit memories, a dance with the unknown, In the verses of the wind, our stories are sown. The pain of goodbye, the joy of hello, In the lyrics of life, we find where we grow. Through the echoes of the past, I'll find my way. a symphony of courage, breaking through the grey. With every note, a journey unfolds.

She feared if she ever went back to bed, she would have more nightmares, and probably end up with more wounds. She couldn't understand what was going on in her life as she had no one in this world, a world that could swallow anything and everything. Where the night creatures and demons mingled freely among humans causing chaos. While lost in her thoughts, she fell asleep on the floor. As the town's bell rang in the distance, she awoke. She rubbed her eyes to get the remaining sleep off her eyes as she stood up in pain from sleeping on the cold, rough floor the night before.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.

"She doesn't know about our world. It's better this way." "She's so perfect. So fragile." His voice broke with agony. "If she finds out what kind of monster I really am, she'll be terrified." My heart almost stopped. Ryder... wasn't human? "Bullshit," one of his buddies jeered. "If you’re so tough, then stop whining on that encrypted forum every night. 'Midnight_Howler'... real creative." Midnight_Howler. I memorized the ID. I slipped back to my room and opened my laptop. I found the hidden forum called "The Den". With a few tricks, I registered and got in.

I shook my head, too confused to speak. “Because the last time a lunar eclipse appeared here, something extraordinary happened. A bond formed between two wolves, marked by the moon herself. We call it "Midnight's Mark". It has not appeared in one hundred and twenty-three years. Most think it’s legend, but I saw it when I was young.” My mouth felt dry. “What kind of bond?” “The truest kind, a mate bond chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, marked on the skin at the eclipse’s peak. Those who bear it are destined for each other, their souls matched perfectly. Such bonds appear only when the pack needs them most.”

“Then we stop reacting like an audience.” “And do what?” “We watch back,” he said. “We wait. And we make them slip.” Outside, the night pressed in, heavy and listening. And somewhere, someone was counting down to midnight.

His silhouette with the scenery of sunset behind him looked lonely and desolate. - Leah's fate was far worse than anyone could have imagined. According to the guards, she had completely lost her mind. When the wolfsbane's toxicity flared, she writhed in the water dungeon while screaming. Her skin became raw and bloody from all the scratching. Her nails fell off. Blood stained the cold cement floor. When I heard the news, I was teaching Katie how to identify different types of flowers. "Mom, what's this flower called?" Katie pointed to a purple blossom curiously.

No one. I was standing on my terrace and I was wet and I was crying and I was so helpless. That person had so much effect on me and still after these years he was making me numb. He was making me helpless. He was making me Miserable and I couldn't help myself out. I might be dreaming. I came back and after changing I lie down and try to sleep. I thought it was a horrible dream.

Every night I'd wished for them to sing, but now I wished for them to be silent ghosts, nothing but a bad dream. I press the heel of my palms to my closed eyes, cursing the wolves. "I hate you, I hate you all" I hiss, clawing at my hair. One night, that's all it took. One night I had told Irana to tell mum I was gonna be late. I'd been going to a friend's house, but that night, the night I didn't walk home with her and wolves swoop in.