Midnight Novels & Stories

Full name: Peachie Royal Nickname: Peach Age:18 Birthday: OCTOBER 10, 2002 Zodiac: Libra Height: 5'2 Most embarrassing moment: Peach is a Romance writer who doesn't believe in romance. Okay, she will admit it that she does believe in fairytales once in her lifetime. But sadly the prince charming who she thought will save her just left her! Who would have thought that her prince charming wouldn't choose her? That day she swore that she would not fall for a man with a prince's name. But destiny decided to become playful because a man named prince Caspian Sevastian just shook her life. Oh no!... what about her curse?! Is she going to break the curse spell just to love again?

Tonight, was the night. Alpha Hardin ran through the streets looking for the fight. He was able to end the lives of five scattered wolves before encountering the heart of the battle. All around him his town was in flames and the lives of his pack, his family were taken away. No matter how hard each and every wolf fought, they all went down. The only members of the Midnight pack that were spared that night were the young children who were offered a chance to join the Blood Moon pack. Only ten of the twenty children accepted, the rest met the same fate as their parents.

Tomorrow at midnight, the Blood Moon ritual would happen. …

“What about you? Don't you need to hide yourself too? She laughed. “If you could smell yourself, you would understand why I'm giving that to you. It's like nothing I've smelt before. You're the flame and you can believe me when I say you attract a lot of moths. And unfortunately, a lot of bats too.” I eventually took the necklace and placed it around my neck, hopefully, it'll protect me just like she said it would. “Come see me tomorrow, we have some things to talk about. But come at night. For no reason, should you leave your room before 4pm. And if you're not here by 8pm, don't bother coming.” Very specific instructions but okay, I guess. “Magma, you said I attract bats. Don't bats hate li

“You say it as though it’s a special day, Isn’t it just like any other school day ?.” Anastasia paused and looked at me. “It’s a special day… we are staying in school till midnight…I am excited .” She giggled, twirling and I just stood there , my eyes widening in shock . “Midnight?! Why?”. It didn’t make sense. I could barely survive a full school hour, and now I had to stay until midnight, “It’s the Midnight Call! It’s tonight!” “ What’s a Midnight Call?”

I smiled, relaxing under his hand. Then my eyes snapped open when I remembered that by Twelve in midnight is a new day and a new year. “Is it almost midnight?” I asked, “I don't know but we should be close to midnight” Gideon answered, I pulled away quickly. I and Rylee’s new year ritual, staying on face time until midnight. “What happened? Where are you going?” He asked when he stepped out of the tub. “I have to face Rylee right now,” I said, rushing towards the shower. Gideon leaned against the wall, watching me scrub my body. While fidgeting, “Pass me the towel”

I defended myself lamely as we walked to the isolated corner where my pizza box was. I didn't want to leave him, I felt a weird attraction that I didn't feel before and- “60, 59,58…” The whole pack was counting. “Why are they doing a countdown?” I asked, looking around me to see teens with fireworks in their hands, ready to light them up. “It’s the countdown to midnight. From twelve am, you will be able to find your mate.” He winked at me. “... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” At the end of the countdown, fireworks exploded in the sky and the moon was blood red but that wasn't the onlything weird about that moment.

’ She answers, and I smile. ‘Thank you.’ I say and look at my phone, and see it’s 8 AM in the morning. I wonder if Nora is awake, and I search for her mind, but I find her still sleeping. ‘Dawn is nicer than I. She waits for Nora to wake up.’ Midnight, tell me. ‘Dawn? Is that her wolf?’ I ask. ‘Yes, and my twin.’ Midnight says. ‘Twin? But I thought there had never been twin girls before.’ I answer.

Mira waited until the second bell past midnight. By then, most of the Sanctum was asleep, lulled into silence by chants and incense smoke. Only the elite guards and night-shift sentinels still patrolled the grounds. Even they were weary, some with eyes half-lidded, trusting in their dark god’s protection more than their own vigilance.

Agnes got ready as she applied dark maroon lipstick and walked out of the room, looking a complete witch. On her right hand, it was the knife she was holding. On her left hand was the tiny potion the same as water. On the stroke of midnight when the only sound of the owls hooting and the crickets chirping was echoing in the surroundings, she was the one strolling in the terrace of the castle. By midnight the darkness is almost absolute, only a smattering of luminous stars scatter the heavens. People of Brasov would describe the midnight as killing time. It means locking your doors against the inky