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The Midnight Call Maurice sat behind the massive oak desk in his private office, reviewing quarterly reports under the soft glow of a single lamp. The rest of the building was quiet, most staff long gone. He planned to probably work all through the night. He had tried calling Mia but she was not picking, so he assumed perhaps she was sleeping. When it was ten minutes past midnight, his phone vibrated sharply against the polished wood. An unknown number. He almost ignored it, until something instinctive made him swipe to answer.

“What’s up with this little gremlin you’ve brought around to meet the family. Did she like, capture you when you were unable to answer her riddles three?” “He’s a riddle for you, you skinny rat,” Midnight snarls, glaring hard at me, her eyes going dark as pits and shadows starting to leak from her as she grips her fork, a bite of cake trembling at its edge. “Who’s a powerful shadow sorceress who you should try not to piss off? You get one guess.” “Why are you so weird?” I bite out, staring at her with wide eyes. Midnight gasps, appalled, and then a shadow snaps out from her, smacking me lightly on the nose, like being flicked with a fingertip. I yelp and sit back hard in my chair, a snarl al

I rested my head on the table once again and raised it again, I saw Liam from afar and he waved at me as he entered the tent. I waved back smiling, and he smiled back, with his dimples showing, he exchanged words with the new guy and the new guy waved at me also smiling, I didn't know what to do, so I just waved at both of them smiling. Quail blocked my sight and glared at me, "bring a box of cookies to our tent", she said walking away, and seriously, I wished I wouldn't get into trouble, especially not with her. I packed up a box of cookies and headed to the Zeta's tent, they were only 9 in numbers, they were sitted around a round table and drank like never ending, they were rough, I droppe

Mom said. I was getting into the vehicle, and Mama went inside when my phone rang. Mom stopped walking and looked at me, so I closed the car door again. I immediately answered the phone when Marco called. "Dude..." "Glad you're still awake. Anyway, I already knew the name of the foundation." "Really? What's the name?" "L0V3 Foundation comprises the letter L, the number 0, V, and the number 3. The founder might be your relative. Minerva Winchell. Do you know her?"

He endured all the tasks for his life and the familia, now his task is to become someone invincible. The King and Queen of the night aren't they match made in hell? Laila Flashback Freshman year College I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. A presence that another day has begun. I can't choose whether it was the beginning of impending doom or I would be facing the stunning rays of the sunshine at the edge of the cliff.

Carefully and gently, he unwrapped one arm, bringing his hand to my face, where he caressed my skin with his thumb. “How was that possible?” I whispered, disoriented by the kiss and the unexplainable healing. He tilted his head slightly, frowning. “Magic.” I blinked, keeping my mouth shut. He spoke that word so nonchalantly, so in my face, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I was afraid of making myself look, at best, sheltered, or, at worst, stupid. I blinked. “Magic? I have that?” Amusement flickered across his face. “No, little dove.”

~Kierra's POV~ The memory of that fateful night still haunts me, refusing to fade away even after a decade. The trauma lingers, vivid and raw, etched deep within my mind. It was as if time had stood still on that night, when the moon cast an eerie glow over our silent house. The midnight hour was shattered by the unsettling sound of creaking floorboards. Madam Ann, our housekeeper, had ventured downstairs, her footsteps cautious and light, seeking for a glass of water. Little did she know that something bad was about happening that night.

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.

There was something about the midterm that pressured Hera so much. She had learned to call it the ‘Kicked Out Midterm’ because everything just seemed to hang on its thread. She knew she only had what it takes to receive a bottom mark and the orphanage would be her home again. It’d be the last thing she wanted, especially now that she already knew she had the greatest of potential to be a natural full-fledged Anomalous.

“Because this day was going way too orderly.” Despite everything—despite the pressure, the pain, the cosmic trial—I bark out a laugh. The ancient presence purrs. I nearly lose my footing. Gravehowl’s presence pulses with unmistakable amusement. Ah. You’ve met the Sleeper. “The what?” I gasp, steadying myself as gravity hiccups sideways. Midnight’s oldest resident, he replies calmly. Predates the Crown. Predates me. Likes jokes. Hates rules. The Arbiter rotates sharply toward the epicenter of the disturbance, sigils flaring violently. ANOMALY EXCEEDS ACCEPTABLE PARAMETERS. TERMINATION—