Midnight In Poppyland Novels & Stories

The city glow hit the planes of his jaw, making him look like he’d been carved out of the night itself. “Call me Midnight,” he said. His voice was low, carrying a weight that made her skin prickle. “And I know exactly who you are, Lila. I know you touch yourself every night. I know you lie here imagining a stranger who comes in and tells you what to do. I know what you crave when nobody is looking.” He leaned against the wall, his gaze dropping from her face to the glistening toy still inside her. His eyes didn’t waver. There was no shame in his look, only a terrifyingly calm observation.

Darkness was descending, and I struggled to see what could cause such a big disturbance. The bush shook again, then it exploded. Branches snapped as something enormous tore through the foliage, sending leaves and twigs flying in every direction. A scream caught in my throat, all breath leaving me. It was a wolf. Massive, its paws striking the earth, sending dirt into the spring. Its thick black fur bristling along its back as it lowered its head toward me. Its eyes locked onto mine. With a snarl, it peeled back its lips, revealing rows of long, glistening teeth. The sound vibrated through the air, so deep I felt it in my chest.

ADY It's almost midnight, but our town and maybe even other places still don't have power. Even though the storm was terrible, Granny's radio, which must have been around my age and ran on batteries, was still working while we watched the news. The storm has completely flooded many locations, making them unreachable. The storm didn't bring wind, but it did bring water and rain that didn't stop for 9 hours. I was on the bed, looking at the candle on the table next to me.

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.”

"Love you too L." We arrived at our apartment, with two bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. It is hard to find a decent apartment in New York, especially at a low rate. But my Best friend always wanted the best of the best which is automatically provided because she is loaded, she belongs to the mafia no wonder. We prepared the mojitos while dancing to the beats, then started our duo party. The blaring sound of my alarm beeped like there were troops ready to be deployed for battle.

I stand barefoot, watching her, arms folded before me, the night air thick with incense and pine. Shawn is right beside me, his shoulder almost brushing mine, the flames dancing in his silver eyes as he watches them too. Alice flanks my other side, arms crossed, her stance, solid as always, but her jaw is tight. She keeps glancing at me when she thinks I'm not watching, but I feel it. Ophelia lifts a bowl of moonwater, tilts it until a single drop falls onto the black stone at the center of the circle. The drop hisses, steam rising in the shape of a wolf’s jaw.

Delilah snatched it away and stuck it between her lips, but no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't get it lit. She had never smoked before. It was a habit she'd picked up recently. The pressure had become unbearable, and she had nowhere to release it. Across from her, Marcel's breathing grew heavier and heavier. Then suddenly, he stood up and slapped cash onto the table before he grabbed his bag and left. That was the last night they spent together. It was also the last time Delilah ever saw Marcel. She remained seated in silence and finished her bowl of stew alone. Only after the restaurant closed did she finally leave, wandering out like a ghost.

The high ceiling was covered with black cloth, which would be luminated by light projector, making it look like a sky full of stars. Olive was raving about it this morning, but she couldn’t help after school because she had to take her mother to the clinic. So, she listed all the stuffs that needed to be done today and sent it to me. A little advice for those who bore missions from Olive Hartwell: do it right or have her knock on your door at night just because you put the wrong size of cups on the table. At the same time, Mom also sent me the list of groceries I had to purchase for the Full Moon. ‘Nathan will pick you up and help you shop,’ she ended her text with the sentence.

Elena fell asleep in his arms, the diamond on her finger glinting in the low light. The flame was no longer just a tropical fantasy. It was burning steadily in the heart of the city, in the middle of power struggles and real life. And she was ready for whatever came next.

She stepped inside the room and closed the door behind her. The lock clicked under her fingers. The faint music from the party downstairs felt far away. “This is the last time,” she whispered. Her voice shook. “Before I get married.” Adrian smiled darkly. He placed his phone on the bed beside him. The video kept playing on low volume. The sound of her younger self moaning around his cock filled the quiet room. He reached out and pulled her closer by her wrist. Sienna let him. Her legs felt weak as she moved toward the bed.