Midnight In Everwood Novels & Stories

I remember the words of a chant guiding my fingers as I worked. What was it? I close my eyes and let the whisper enter my flesh and blood, my lips move and I recite ... When dreamers dream They guard within A secret they must cherish, until Mother Moon through watery hue with iron she will not perish. Then with a final cry from Esme of "Go with the Goddess!" we are there. The crackle of pine needles beneath our feet, the scent of pine and something else much, much darker. I am home. And everything is wrong.

EXTRA: Midnight: I should bring Ryder back before it gets too late so she can have her beauty sleep. Ryder: *staying up until 2 am trying to wash the paint off*

“Who knows what will happen at midnight?” I can’t stop smiling at the picture until Liam pokes me in the side and points to a stage where Alpha and Luna Williams are standing. Everyone else takes notice and quiets down, giving them our full attention. “Hello Everyone, welcome to the Emerald Mountain Mating Gathering. With the kickoff of this event and with the blessings of the Moon Goddess, we are looking forward to the beginning of fruitful mating season.” Alpha Williams greets us with a warm smile. He and Luna Williams give us instructions on where to stand when dinner finishes and tell us all what to expect at midnight when the moon is at its peak.

So it was true after all. “And the house?” “Older than Zane. It's built on sacred ground. Designed to protect. Every wall, every stone, every damn teacup is enchanted. Zane just renovates every decade.” “And Nocturne City?” I asked. “Neutral ground,” he said. “Both packs can stay or pass through it. Ours and Graywoods.” “Graywoods?” Lucien made a face. “Our lovely neighbors. Led by Alpha Dorian. Less classy, more bite. They don’t like Zane. Think he’s too cold. Too powerful.”

71 — Impact Midnight came and went. The city did not notice immediately. That was the thing about truth. It never arrived with sirens. It arrived quietly. A file opened. A journalist frowned. A phone rang. A name appeared where a name should never have appeared. Then the reaction started. Eirwen stood beside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the northern quarter apartment, looking down at Crown District. New Eidolon stretched beneath them in rivers of neon and moving traffic, unaware that thirty years of buried history had just been released into its bloodstream.

A plane carrying a woman and the ghost of my child away from me forever. Eleanor watched me like a hawk. Her eyes never left me for long. She was making sure I performed my part. She was making sure the Blackwood heir did not crack. When the clock struck eleven, a strange calm settled over me. It was almost over. In one hour, it would be midnight. Michelle would be gone. The problem would be erased. We returned to the mansion just before midnight. The silence of the grand house was a welcome relief after the noise of the gala.

The review was final. “What happens now?” he asked. “Now,” I said, closing my eyes. “We wait for the sun to come up. And then we go for a walk in the woods.” “No music?” “No music,” I said. “Just the sound of the trees.” He held me tighter. The snow continued to fall, burying the cabin in a layer of white silence. The North Star was gone. And it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Anya’s POv

“Deal then. Midnight. Don’t chicken out, both of you.” Her eyes narrow with mock seriousness, and we both nod. She’s dead set on making tonight a blast. —----- It’s finally midnight. The moon casts silvery shadows as the three of us slip into the woods. Sydney leads us through winding trails until we find a secluded clearing with mossy rocks and tall pines. The air is crisp after the rain, the scent of damp pine and wood lacing every breath. Alex finds a huge mossy log that looks dry enough to sit on. “This works.”

The future stretched endlessly before them—not perfect, not easy, but beautiful. Together. Always together. And so, the story that had begun with a lonely girl and a dangerous stranger arrived at its final page. Not with the hollow sting of tragedy, and not with the bitterness of loss, but with the greatest, most profound victory of all: A life well lived. A love that endured. A family that grew. A forever earned. As the night embraced the world, the Dream continued. Forever. THE END ❤️ Midnight Between Us By Josephine