Midnight Indigo Novels & Stories

It was big and red, and it was important to him, but he couldn't remember who that someone was. His mind was constantly foggy, as if he lived in a cloud, and when a voice called to him inside his mind, he ignored it, thinking it was a hallucination. Midnight was trapped inside Gary's mind. The witch had armored him, and Gary didn't even remember he existed. Every day Midnight called out to Gary. Every day he tried to do Gary's shift. Nothing worked, and when he dared leave the corner where he was, the fog surrounded and suffocated him.

I licked my bottom lips, looking at Diana. Janus had found a way. He had created a cat with bat wings using his mana. Midnight, that’s the cat’s name. Janus said, Midnight knows every corner of Necrosylva. If this is his nightmare, it means Midnight should be here as well. She can take us to Ildris. I got up and started looking around the place for Midnight. “W-w-we will go ahead, guys… I-I-I don’t really think I am strong enough to face another monster… isn’t it, Kyros?” Verena pretended to faint in Kyros’ arms.

The intensity of his stare that she can still vividly recall inside her head. “I have some business nearby.” Finally, Midnight briefly replied. “But you do not have any business here.” Rio lifted her head. “What do you mean I don’t have any business here?” Midnight raised his eyebrows. “I—I’ve read some articles,” Rio responded. “Your company lies on Neuvo Leon.” Is she going to profess how she had made a research about Midnight? She expected for him to be shocked, but an Alpha male like a Del Fierro himself do not get caught off guard so easily. ‘stead of, Midnight’s lips protruded into a sly smile that made him appeared dangerously handsome.

I opened the chat, my thumbs trembling. > Mr. Logan: What's the meaning of this? See me tomorrow morning. First thing. I blinked, completely confused. Why would he be texting me at midnight? Then, I looked at the message above his text. It was a video file. A four-minute, high-definition video file. I clicked it. The screen opened to show my own bedroom, my own thighs spread wide, revealing my swollen wet pussy and juice leaking out of it. The loud, echoing sound of my own voice whimpering and moans.

But Midnight insists that they have to get back, that it would be very bad if the God of Darkness found them gone. “Won’t it…cause a bit of trouble?” Anton asks. “When he sees all of your new stuff?” He looks worriedly around at all of the bags and packages looped on Midnight’s arms and bizarrely tied to her ankles. She explained that the ties will help her transport more, but still – it’s weird. “No,” Midnight says, sighing happily. “He never comes into my house. So this will all just be indoor stuff.” I grimace a little, hoping that continues to be true. But Midnight seems blissfully happy, even if she is surprised when I move forward and wrap her in a hug.

[face-palm] Midnight's friend: Make her yours! Midnight: And how do I do that? Midnight's friend: ........ Midnight's friend: I don't know, I'm single ╮(╯▽╰)╭

The night air wraps around me instantly, cool and crisp. I sink down onto the cushioned lounge chair, pulling the blanket over myself. The breeze kisses my skin, gently, while the moonlight bathes everything in a soft, calming radiance. My eyelids grow heavy almost immediately. Within minutes, consciousness slips away like sand through my fingers, and I drift into a deep, dreamless sleep. A warm touch grazes my chin. The feeling is feather-light at first, then it grows bolder, drifting slowly downward, tracing the line of my throat before settling just above the swell of my breasts.

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

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.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'