Midnight Phantom Novels & Stories

The reality of how close he had come to death was more real than it ever had been, but at this moment, he was focused on the sound of their heartbeats. The tangible proof that life went on. He had made it out, and now he wanted to be here, present for them, for us. "I'm so glad you're here," I said softly, resting my hand on his. "And they are, too." "The asshole told me that he would see us on the bayou at midnight," he managed to say, his voice hoarse, each word an evident struggle. Midnight on the bayou. I knew what that meant, having lived on the bayou my entire life. It was a direct challenge, a threat that promised more violence and possibly worse.

@RedBoxingGloves: "Riddle of the day: who is this mystery omega walking around #BeastMaker today?" There are two attached photos of Midnight where almost all you can see are her endless, luscious legs and perfect äss. Her face is not very visible, but it's still obvious that she's beautiful. Maybe that's why her photos have over five thousand retweets. The replies are stupid, the alphas make perverted comments and the omegas make comments full of envy like she needs to eat a hamburger. That may be true, but her body is perfect and she doesn't need anything. @RedBoxingGloves: "Nobody guessed. Her name is Midnight and she is none other than the long lost daughter of Lion Vosse. A half-wolf. I

Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return! SEE live on stage: Johnny Alucard—a zombie nightmare with hex appeal! SEE buckets of blood! SEE a live murder! Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown Oct. 31. Stage show at midnight. Moonlite Drive-in HWY 139 at north county road. $5.00 per car—bring your friends, you’ll be afraid to go home alone! Something about this—something I knew I should remember. It floated at the edge of my memory, then it was gone like a passing cloud. I folded the flyer into my jacket pocket and went inside.

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

Every call ended with the same cold automated message: "The number you have dialed is powered off." Rather than searching with Marcel, Delilah returned home alone. Every corner of the house was filled with traces of Cedric. Model cars lined the shelves, watches sat neatly arranged across his desk, and plush toys rested obediently on the floor. "When I'm not home, let these little guys keep you company. Then you won't be afraid of the dark." His playful voice seemed to linger in her ears, as though he had never left. An overwhelming wave of guilt crashed over her.

I knocked before I could talk myself out of it. It took a long time for the door to open. When it did, Sophia stood there in the doorway, wrapped in a cardigan that wasn't hers, hair still damp like she'd only just stopped crying, and the sight of her—guarded, exhausted, looking at me like I was something to be managed rather than someone she'd once loved—broke something loose in me that I hadn't given myself permission to feel until right then. "Ethan." Her voice was flat. "It's past midnight."

He murmured, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to vibrate in my very core. His hand lingered near my cheek for a few seconds, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin, sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I felt as if the world had stopped, every sense heightened, every nerve ending alive with electricity. The tension was palpable, and I could feel my body weakening, a forbidden thrill coursing through my veins. I noticed his eyes darkened, his expression became unreadable. "Good night, Lilly." He said finally, his voice a low, husky whisper. “I'll see you in the morning.”

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

It felt like a physical touch, a precursor to what was coming. When Midnight moved into the room, he didn't make a sound. He simply appeared, a darker shape moving through the dark. He reached back and closed the glass door behind him, the lock engaging with a soft, final click that seemed to echo through the entire apartment. Tonight, he looked less like a phantom and more like a man, though that didn't make him any less terrifying. He wore a black button-down shirt and dark trousers, but no shoes. The sight of his bare feet on her white marble floor felt strangely, uncomfortably intimate. It stripped away the formality of his intrusion, making the space feel like it belonged to him as much

“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