Midnight Novels & Stories

they responded in chorus and disappear. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" Lynx said as if the words are some of magical clues that can give him all the answers. "Our first clue is the first moon, we waited for the new moon but nothing happened and tonight will be the first full moon after that incident" Nathaniel said

Midnight, “Who remembered me so late at night?” I wondered. I opened the message. The number was unknown to me. The message was saying: ‘What are you doing?’ “Are they kidding me? What could I do for such an hour?” I thought. “Anyway, I will answer, and I will see.” I answered: “I am out grazing the sheep.” I waited for a little while, and the answer came: “That is funny. Are you going to milk it too? I mean, if you are okay.”

HE'D MAKE US SLEEP BETTER. Huh....go away Moonlight....what happened to 'he is not my mate.' ITS IN THE PAST...GO TO MATE NOW...I WANT MATE. Please let me sleep Moonlight. For the sake of God...Buddha...the moon goddess....fate...for the sake of the peace of the night. NO....YOU HAVE TO GO TO MATE. It's almost twelve midnight already...we arrived from the date an hour ago...now Moonlight won't let me sleep.

Jack and Henry's getaway vehicle, an old pick-up truck, was parked right outside. They'd planned it for midnight, and so far everything was going just right. Scarlet's house key was right where they knew it would be, under a stone near the backdoor. They quietly got in. Thank goodness Scarlet didn't have a dog or an alarm system, and they made their way with their small flashlights in the elegant house to the master bedroom. As they entered her room they snuck up and caught her fully asleep.

The invitation had been mysterious, the address a secret, and now I was about to be the prize at something called the Midnight Auction. My breath caught when a tall man in a tailored black suit stepped onto the stage. His mask covered half his face, but his dark eyes scanned the room like a predator looking for its next meal. His voice cut through the quiet like silk wrapped in steel. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “welcome to the Midnight Auction. Tonight, one lucky bidder will win a very special prize.” He smiled, sharp and confident. “Her name is Mia.” Heat rose in my cheeks. That was me. All eyes turned in my direction, a

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

Chapter 44 Title: Evening Assembly Setting: Aeternum Academy – Main Assembly Hall, 7:30 p.m. on intake day The assembly hall felt larger at night. Every student in the Academy had been called. Beginners in white, intermediate students in pale grey, seniors in black. Instructors lined the walls. Headmaster Voss stood on the raised platform beside the punishment bench. The air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of leather and arousal that never seemed to leave the building.

Malia was already standing at the machine, one hand on the faceplate, the other pressed against her mouth. On the screen, in clean white digits, was a number I hadn't dared to expect for hours. 99%. "Midnight," she whispered. "It's exactly midnight." I checked the old brass clock on the wall. She was right. One minute after twelve, by the clock. The bar was a thin green band almost to the edge of the screen. Only a sliver remained, narrower than a fingernail. "How long?" Marcus had come up behind me. His voice was rough with sleep.

No longer a problem I had to carry in isolation while the rest of the world invented meanings for it. I slid carefully out of bed, pulled on the soft robe left over the chair, and stood for a minute at the window. The grounds below were still. No press at the gates. No urgent message waiting on the nightstand. Just a long stretch of ordinary morning and the unfamiliar peace of not bracing inside it. Behind me, the sheets moved. “You’re up early,” Damien said, voice rough with sleep. “Couldn’t stay under.”

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.