Midnight In Everwood Novels & Stories

POV: LUCIAN VAEL Midnight in the Deadwoods was so quiet that lesser creatures might have mistaken it for peace. I stood at the outer perimeter of Ironveil territory, resting one hand against the bark of an ancient oak. The snowstorm had settled into a thin, icy mist that clung to the pine needles. Half a mile through the trees, the wolf Alpha’s fortress rose against the dark sky, all heavy gates, watchtowers, and silver-coated bars.

Outside, someone shouts that the Omega has already been promised by midnight. Inside, Everett Stone looks at Finn as if the whole city has just become an enemy, and his voice lowers into a promise that sounds almost like a threat. “Then midnight will have to come through me.”

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

Right now I didn’t even care that all the lights in the house were on. It was a thirty minute drive to Theodore’s. The ride was slow and quiet. We were all lost in our thoughts. The dull sound of the tires on the tarmac and the smooth rev of the engine were the only sound that dominated the car through out the entire ride. In a distance, the mansion that hosted most members of the coven appeared. It was a magnificent view and no matter how upset I was I had to appreciate the view. all the lights in the mansion were turned on. I guess they stayed up for me. I feel so special. Not.

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

[--Kaiser Volkov--] It was twelve midnight, the kind of hour when most people are nestled comfortably in their beds, lost in the embrace of sleep. The world outside is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hum of a passing car to remind you that life continues, even in the dead of night. Normal people would be doing something sensible, like resting, and recharging for the day ahead. Too bad I’ve never been one of those people.

“I’m done being in the dark.” Aiden stood slowly, crossing to the far wall. He pulled down an old map—torn at the edges, covered in strange marks. “This town,” he said, pointing to a crooked black symbol near the center, “Ravenwood—it was built on the bones of something ancient. A rift between worlds. A place where the wild things crawl through if the veil thins too much.” Evelynn stared at him. “You mean like… the fire? The monsters?” He nodded. “It doesn’t happen often. Maybe once every hundred years. But when it does, something or someone gets chosen. Marked.”

POV(FIONA), Everything went blank, or maybe something like, mist covering the whole place, but it was preety different, and it kept changing, and now, I'm in the middle of a thick forest, and I could hear the sounds of the Forest animals, it felt too real to be an illusion. It was fine, as long as I'm not in the middle of some people, who just want to watch me being humiliated, it felt so good, and that moment, i thought.....

he whispered into my ear. The landscape around us remained buried beneath snow, white stretching between the trees as far as I could see. But then, almost without warning, the snow stopped. A clear line cut across the ground. On one side, everything was frozen. On the other, green grass pushed through the earth, small plants growing between moss-covered stones. Trees stood tall and green, their branches free of snow. I stared. The temperature seemed to change with every step our horse took, the biting cold slowly giving way to damp, warm air. Then I saw the steam rising through the trees.