Midnight For Charlie Bone Novels & Stories

As always. She's now seventeen and her life seems to run out of light. She prepared herself. Energetic or not, she has to make it to school before it's seven o'clock or else, her teacher will not be happy about it. She eats a simple breakfast, a peanut butter sandwich and a cup of instant coffee, she even saw a mice dart from behind the peanut butter jar. Not that she minds of course. She did before, but now, these critters were her only companions in her terribly dreary life. At last, after less than fifteen minutes, Kara is ready to get out of that dilapidated house and head out to where activity rules every nook and cranny of the bustling city. ****

The room is dark (I always sleep with the lights off), but a sliver of moonlight filters in through the partially open window by my bedside, and illuminates the room a little. Despite my unease earlier, I had been sleeping deeply, until whatever sound it is that woke me up, came. A quick glance at the bedside clock shows that it is a little past midnight already. Charles still isn’t back, so I listen carefully, wondering if it is the sound of him coming back that woke me up, but the cabin is as silent as death, which is no surprise, seeing as it’s past midnight already.

@RedBoxingGloves: "Nobody guessed. Her name is Midnight and she is none other than the long lost daughter of Lion Vosse. A half-wolf. I look forward to her return to #BM tomorrow." I stop myself from replying to those comments because I think I might get in trouble. Also, I'm not sure if Midnight is going to be happy with this new attention she's about to get. If I say anything and let it be known that we are friends, everything is going to get worse for her. I'm not the most loved person in the clan (or other clans) and it definitely wouldn't give her a very good reputation. I put my phone aside after being on it for almost half an hour and pick up my book, ready to sit down and read it.

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.'

Sometimes, he looked at me angrily, but I thought that was happening because he didn’t manage to make me leave. Two days later, Portia came crying to me because Andrews had dumped her… I put out my cigarette, and I went to take a bath. When I finished, I put on her pajamas and returned to the living room to watch a movie on TV. At 11:30, the film was over, and I went to sleep. I was sleeping when a message on my cell phone woke me up. I grasped it from the bedside table and checked the time. 24:00. Midnight,

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

I hear his footsteps heading down the hall and the front door creak open and then shut. Why is he going outside? Where could be be going it’s the middle of the night. I jump out of bed quickly, grabbing a sweater and my shoes. I follow him outside into the darkness of the night. The air is oddly still. I’ve lost him in the trees. I am not sure how, but I can sense which direction he went. Trusting my instincts, I followed him into the night. After a few minutes of walking, I am back at the clearing with the stone table. I see Liam sitting on the table next to the red wolf.

--- THE PURPOSE Before there were syndicates, before there were crowns, the Bone Well was the city’s measure. Not of strength, not of loyalty, not of will— but of resonance. Of how blood vibrates against old stone and sleeping memory. An heir steps into the chamber. The earth listens. If marrow matches what’s written in the city’s bones, the Well responds. Some are denied. Some are marked. A rare, dangerous few are claimed. --- THE MARKED A chosen heir bears three signs: 1. The Echo A pulse deep in the bones—memory, not voice. Only the chosen can feel it.

MIA By the time we finished running all the errands, we had one hour left. The sun was already down and the night had started to set in. We had to do everything on double time but the great news was that we got there in time. It was safe to say that Kaan had gone back to the room and hadn't seen up because he had been blowing up Xavier's phone for hours and no one was picking up. “You know we're going to have to eventually pick up because he will send an army to come look for us. What do we do?”

It was 9pm already and Charlie wasn’t here already. Returning from a lap of my umpteenth pace, I hit the breaks by the window, pushing aside the curtain and carefully lifting the blinds. There was nothing to see, just the dead calmness of the night interrupted by the loud chirping of crickets and croaking of toads in the nearby swamps and mud. “Come on Charlie!” I whispered, taking a peep to my right. It was just the guards patrolling and surveying the corners with no sight of Charlie making my patience begin to wear thin. I exhaled sharply with a heavy heart.