Midnight Phantom Novels & Stories

And the cakes she gets to eat there once a year on the Day of Darkness, when she is allowed to go and mingle with everyone else. “I’m not ashamed, Jesse,” Midnight says, her voice low and dangerous as she stares at him, unblinking. Jesse fights his smile, because Midnight is very adorable when she gets all serious like this. “The people in the Fancy House are real.” “If you say so, Mids,” Jesse sighs, putting forward a few more sticks. But Midnight ignores the sticks. “You’d better believe me, Jesse Sinclair,” she snaps. “I do believe you,” he murmurs, gentle and condescending, the voice he uses when Seraphina tells him that there’s a monster under her bed. And like Seraphina, the tone just

[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 ╮(╯▽╰)╭

I then asked my Butman to light it up after some time. I went back to my room and I placed the earrings on the side table and after changing I was standing in the window in my night suit. I called the batman and asked him to light the fire. I was standing on my terrace and was seeing those flames. I think I should have done that so earlier. I came back and lie down and I noticed those earrings. I held them in my hand and was staring at them and was thinking of that night. The most important night of my life. I could never forget that.

“I can tell you a great many thing here but not that which you truly need to know because it is knowledge I don’t have. Born Beneath the Midnight Moon With an Elder soul of magic All Alphas shall kneel at the bloom, Or face a fate most tragic. Strength unmatched A heart of love, The Midnight Child Comes My gift from above. I made the prophecy but still it’s true meaning is yet unclear. In order to be certain, you must meet the soul that was gifted to you. I can allow you to with a spell but it can only be done in person. I just need you to know what the consequences are if you come here.”

Midnight comes as perfect black, the true companion of every good night. It deepens over a broad and starlight sky, a sweet embrace and a fresh chance to dream anew. That was the time when Joshua Hong arrived at the Hong residence. He didn't had the chance to go back at his hotel and get his cellphone.

My knees grow weak, and I slump. Then I knew, this was only the beginning. When I woke hours later, this time, alone in the chamber, the bites still burned faintly, and my skin tingled unnaturally. The moonlight painted silver patterns on the floor, and my reflection_the one I almost didn't recognize_looks back with green eyes that weren’t entirely my own. I could not understand myself. Not the things happening inside me or outside me. Somewhere, far away, I could feel him. Shawn. Watching. Waiting. And the bond between us hums, a low vibration in my chest. It is calling me. Claiming me.

I should have left a note for Liam. My stomach feels like it’s in my throat. I’ve never been so scared. I feel a tingle in my hand and I look down just in time to see a crackle of light come out of my finger, I know that was real. I wonder if I can control it. I focus on my finger and picture the light shining through my skin. I feel a tingle and look down. My fingers and hand are beginning to light up the dark room around me. A hand grabs me by the hair and slams me in the ground hard.

The iron gates groaned open, seemingly invited by their presence. [Level 1: The Sanguine Manor. Status: Entry Granted.] [Objective: Locate the Master’s Chamber. Survival Hazard: The Midnight Hunt begins in 30 minutes.] "The Midnight Hunt?" Willa whispered, pushing herself up. Her palms were scraped from the stones, but the pain felt distant, muffled by the adrenaline. "What are they hunting?" Jaxson turned to her, his silver eyes reflecting the crimson moon. "Us, Willa. Look at the gates."

In the center of the biggest wall, a giant full moon is painted in glowing whites and silvers. In the center of the room is an elaborate and intimidating electronic music set up, with two keyboards, a laptop, amps and microphones, and various machines that I don’t recognize. At another end of the room is a piano. In a corner, the Phantom sits on a stool and plays the electronic cello, a haunting melody. He's barefoot, in black lounge pants and a red silk jacket like an aristocrat. His black hair hangs down over his face. The beauty mark near his eye today is a heart.

"Shit!" I clung to my Phantom Scooter's half-dead handlebars, flying over a hallway smeared with who-knows-what slime. Dashboard screamed in blood-red: 00:59. A literal death timer. "Overtime termination! Terminate my ass!" I roasted the system six ways to hell and floored it like I was chasing a warp zone. Third floor. Haunted High. The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters.