Midnight In Montgomery Chords Novels & Stories

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

Their stink was very fresh, and still leading up the mountain. Was it possible they’d already made it inside? We were walking up on a bloodbath? Had we been too late? Please, God, no. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “Pandora” by 2WEI and Edda Hayes.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

He murmured, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to vibrate in my very core. His hand lingered near my cheek for a few seconds, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin, sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I felt as if the world had stopped, every sense heightened, every nerve ending alive with electricity. The tension was palpable, and I could feel my body weakening, a forbidden thrill coursing through my veins. I noticed his eyes darkened, his expression became unreadable. "Good night, Lilly." He said finally, his voice a low, husky whisper. “I'll see you in the morning.”

“You know your wrongs?” A desperate glimmer of hope flared in Martha’s eyes, and she nodded frantically. But in the very next instant, Kaelen’s dagger tore straight through her chest. He cast his gaze down coldly. “Then use your life to atone for them.” Ronald went entirely mad with fear, weeping and wailing as he crawled desperately toward the exit, brawling out incoherent nonsense. “Don’t kill me! My mate is still waiting for me to come home…”

His eyes remained locked on the blank fog, tracking something approaching from the void. Then, the sound of footsteps cut through the silence. *Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.* The pace was slow, measured, and perfectly calm. It wasn't hurried. It wasn't overtly threatening. It was patient—the steady stride of someone taking a peaceful evening walk through a garden. The footsteps crossed the threshold into the clearing. Everyone stared, weapons drawn, breath held. Yet nothing appeared. There was only the swirling mist and the empty air. *Chime.* A third note rang out, and a silhouette finally coalesced from the white fog.

Midnight, “Who remembered me so late at night?” I wondered. I opened the message. The number was unknown to me. The message was saying: ‘What are you doing?’ “Are they kidding me? What could I do for such an hour?” I thought. “Anyway, I will answer, and I will see.” I answered: “I am out grazing the sheep.” I waited for a little while, and the answer came: “That is funny. Are you going to milk it too? I mean, if you are okay.”

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the

Tonight, was the night. Alpha Hardin ran through the streets looking for the fight. He was able to end the lives of five scattered wolves before encountering the heart of the battle. All around him his town was in flames and the lives of his pack, his family were taken away. No matter how hard each and every wolf fought, they all went down. The only members of the Midnight pack that were spared that night were the young children who were offered a chance to join the Blood Moon pack. Only ten of the twenty children accepted, the rest met the same fate as their parents.

I easily remembered the way. Its about a seven minute walk from the cabin. I start looking around even though I doubted I’d find anything, but it was worth a shot. The clearing is foggy and I can hardly see infront of me. I keep walking forward until I come up to the stone table. I look around and nothing looks out of place. I put my hands on it like before and nothing happens. The wind blows the leaves in the trees. In the wind I think I hear faint music. I follow the noise and the music gets louder. I continue to follow and about hundred yard from the table the music stops.