Midnight Indigo Novels & Stories

“Sierra!” My claws dug into my flesh, trying to grab hold of something, anything, to stop myself from spinning. The harder I fought, the further I seemed to slip away. I couldn’t give up; Sierra needed me. I wouldn’t fail her. Using the last of my strength, I crawled to my feet and wobbled to the front of the packhouse. Midnight was approaching, and the night sky was magnificent, with a black-to-navy gradient backdrop. You could practically see every crater in the night sky. An ethereal radiance encircled the moon. A glowing yellowy white loomed enormously overhead, surrounded by millions of stars, some large and many microscopic.

“The Midnight Call is a ritual done at the very last minute before the Autumn season begins. At midnight, a ceremonial horn is blown from the tower. All wolves must drop whatever they’re doing and step outside. We are divided into groups, and each group must return with the horns scattered around the school walls, Here’s the twist, the horn isn’t high-pitched, but because it resonates with wolf blood, it doesn’t travel through air… it travels through instinct.” Anastasia explained it with wide, excited eyes, her hands moving dramatically as she spoke.

Even from this vantage point, as we traversed the stairs, I could see the infinity pool outside that lit up with changing colors LED lights. There’s no need for overprized paintings and excessive decorations around the house when you have the bounty and beauty of nature all around the place. Well, aside from the natural grandeur this mansion had exhibited, one thing that caught my attention was the midnight black chandelier hanging in the middle of everything. It was huge, diamond-shaped black crystals suspended above us. I recognized the design, especially the signature red octagonal crystal linked to a spiked prism. It was renowned for being one of the most expensive in the world.

They were white. He was protecting her. He was letting them call him a monster and a failure so that no one would ask why he had really been in the cellar. You are not a fool, Saoirse thought, a strange, fierce ache blooming in her chest. You are the strongest man in this room. Midnight in Oakhaven was not dark. The smog reflected the glow of the furnaces, painting the city in a perpetual, bruised purple twilight. Tristan’s room was silent.

The muffled, narcotic thrum of the masquerade party vibrating through the floorboards of Elysium felt a million miles away the moment the heavy oak door of the Indigo Room clicked shut. Inside the private sanctuary, the air was thick with the scent of melting beeswax, dark vetiver, and the quiet, heavy anticipation of release. Marco turned the brass deadbolt, the sharp, metallic sound echoing with a profound finality. He had left the subterranean server room in the capable hands of his most trusted lieutenant; waiting for Adrian to trigger the digital snare required an agonizing patience, and the razor-wire tension of the past few hours had wound the three of them entirely too tight. They ne

“All of you have heard the rumors and stories about the Midnight child. You have told your kids fairy tales and probably wondered if any of it had been true. It is.” Light murmurs of disbelief filled the room but none were loud enough to hinder the continuation of my words. “I have met with the witch who foretold of my birth and I have learned the whole truth of who I am. It maybe hard to believe, I know it is still hard for me, but within my soul lies a part of the Goddess herself. She has gifted me this piece of her to help guide our kind back to our intended path and away from the darkness that Eli and the Blood Moon pack are spreading.”

Jettison POV The air was stale in the shadowed corner of the Midnight Club—one of the most flourishing spots for sin in the whole of Black moore pack. It was an empire I’d built with blood, sweat, and racing engines years ago. Neon lights flickered across the floor where bodies moved and twisted to the music thundering from the loudspeakers. Laughter, shouts, and the stink of alcohol filled the air, everything reeking of sin and danger—but heck, none of it reached me tonight.

She has read that book too? Midnight was a character from one of his first books. The book was about a young man, who because of being possessed by demons, would go on a killing spree every midnight, the sight and scent of the blood being the only salvation from the mental and physical pain these demons brought him. That fucker was a total psycho. Jake felt wronged. Why should she call him that? Does Ryder think of him as a psycho? Yet, upon noticing Ryder beaming proudly like a little child, he didn't have the heart to refuse. "Why not."

Nothing much stood from the old structure but the gate's wall, a mossy 5 feet tall stone wall. *** It was dark when Kara awakened, even the surroundings were silent. She lay there very still, feeling the world around her. Thankfully, she could still feel her body too well. And she was not hurt anywhere which was good. When her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she stood up and blindly walked. "Hello… anybody?? Daddy?" she called but her voice vanished as fast as she spoke it. Nothing replied. "Where am I?" she thought. She felt the ground, it was full of dried leaves, crunching in her every step. The air was chilly and damp. In the distance, she could hear the soft bubbling of a brook.

The sweet smell of it spread in the bathroom. Then, I took my cd player and put in a cd of relaxing music. Everything was ready! I undressed and sank into the hot water. I closed my eyes while enjoying the music. What a wonderful feeling!... When I opened my eyes, the water had cooled. What the heck! I checked what time it was. What? When did the time go so far, 11:20 at night?! The cd was over. I got out of the bathtub and put on my fluffy bathrobe. After so many hours of sleep, I felt like a dizzy chicken. I was sitting on the couch when suddenly I felt the desire to enjoy a glass of red wine. I got up and went to the fridge to get one. And then I remembered that I didn't buy one! I had fo