Midnight Indigo Novels & Stories

“I love you, Jesse,” Midnight whispers, watching him, her little mouth trembling, her entire body feeling weak. “I love you too, Mids,” he replies. “Always.” She nods once. And then disappears. Midnight fights hard against her emotions as she flits through the castle, moving back and forth between the Land of Darkness and the halls, using her shadows to disguise her progress. She barely concentrates on the push and the pull of the magic, so instinctual is it to her. Instead, her emotions are almost fully drawn to her sweet wolf, who howls so miserably in her soul.

". Midnight thought to himself as he was lying down on his bed and staring at the ceiling while holding his chess piece. He took the chess piece back into his pocket and then stared outside his window where the stars and moon were visible. He felt his eyelids start to get heavier and heavier as seconds and minutes continue to pass by. He was trying to fight back the sleepiness but exhaustion finally caught up to him and he eventually closed his eyes and went to dreamland. Before he completely fell asleep, his last thoughts were he was gonna do whatever it takes to make everything right and make people pay for trying to destroy the family and the organization. He was gonna do everything even

In their place was something new, something raw and honest. She was owned by Midnight. And as she looked up at the stars while he drove her back toward the edge, she knew that the dark desire series had only just begun. There was no going back to the light.

The river, a mirror to the heavens above, reflected the moon's light, creating a serene and mystical ambiance around us. There, in the tranquility of the night, Kael nudged me to look down at my chest. Bathed in the silvery glow, my fur bore markings I hadn't noticed before. Three perfect crescent moons, each a mirror image of the one gracing the night sky. The marks were not just on my skin but were now a part of my very essence, represented in my wolf form as well.

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.

I pulled it out, my chest heaving as I popped the lid open with a shaking thumb. There it was. The Midnight Root. Its delicate, crystalline leaves were perfectly intact, pulsing with a faint, defiant blue luminescence against the stark white snow. We had both survived the fall. "I'm coming home, Ethan," I whispered, my voice cracking, a single warm tear freezing instantly into a diamond jewel on my cheek. "I am going to make sure you get all your memories back."

I couldn’t help it—that tension between the three of us was palpable. Midnight stood up, and with him, the whole mood shifted. His eyes passed over me, and I felt the heat of his dominant presence before he even got close. I didn’t need to move—he just came up to me and, in one swift motion, pulled me off Gutemberg’s lap. "Oh." "Hey!" Gutemberg protested. "We’re going to bed," Midnight said, his voice so cold it made me swallow hard. Gutemberg, however, didn’t like it one bit. He grimaced and cursed under his breath.

I couldn’t understand him. He cleaned himself in the spring, scrubbing his skin, and I watched him silently, even as he walked out. As he made his way to the horse, water cascaded down his skin, dripping onto the floor until it puddled beside his feet. He dressed, then dug through his pack as he spoke to me. “I will get a fire started. We will spend the night here and hopefully arrive at the Southern Kingdom the day after tomorrow.” I nodded, wrapping my arms tight around myself. The spring water still clung to my skin, despite the shirt and the cloak around me. Cerus moved at a slow pace, his breath leaving his lips as a white cloud.

“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.”

Charlie didn't speak for a long time—not because she didn't have words, but because she had too many. The clearing felt different now. The air held the ghost of the Sentinel's howl, vibrating faintly, like the forest was still listening. Moonlight spilled over everything in silver ribbons. Charlie stood in the center of it all, trying to steady her breath. I'm the hinge. The mediator. The moon's deviation. It sounded like the world's worst LinkedIn bio.